[Hopetoun] Who do the Stars Gaze Upon?

25th of Vhalar 721

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25th of Vhalar 721


Immortal's Night on Faldrass was clear and bright, with stars and moons shining above. They, Vega and Leona, were in the oasis when the feeling came over Vega, that she was about ready to give birth. The last few tentrials had been taxing perhaps, more so than even her greatest tests and trials of fortitude. Even things that had nearly broken her, she'd never felt such a sapping of her will to resist the urge to break out and cry one moment or to rage against random dweebs. It was almost as if every bit of willpower was put into the 'Burl' that was growing inside her.

Nevertheless, during these days Leona was a constant companion to Vega, taking whatever abuse she had to throw at any moment with understanding and grace. Being a muff to cry on when she needed to, or a punching bag when she needed to let her frustrations and fears out. Leona was at the present, reclining, basking in Vega's company. She'd been speaking more about her missing cub lately, and was currently discussing the birthing habits of lions. "We move away from the pride when we're ready to give birth. You'd think with our lady's domain of Companionship, we'd be all about making a party of it. But such frivolities are not becoming of such an important moment. The companionship of the two who made the child, at most. But more often, we lions give birth alone, and in the company of our newborn cubs. However, when it's time to reunite with the pride and introduce the new lion, there's often a great uproar of celebration and mirth, as the cub introduces itself to the father."

Leona sighed, thinking about it, as she rested her great head on Vega's lap. "You're a few days off? Yes? It won't be long now."

"You'll be fine, you're already a fine mother to Joy." She nuzzled Vega's baby bulge then, listening to the little life form inside of her friend.

It was an idyllic moment between the two, all told. Yet, things changed suddenly when Vega's water broke, and she began going into contractions of childbirth. The midwife wouldn't be far, when she heard Vega's cries.

Leona got off of Vega then, and gave her a meaningful look, then went to guard the entrance to the Oasis, to make sure that only those who were needed got let in. Arlo and the midwife were the only ones permitted to enter, and after Vega's voice grew urgent, and they didn't come, Leona went to fetch the midwife first. Arlo likely wouldn't be far from his wife during these days, and so one would hope could make it to his wife before Leona returned with the healer.

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25th Trial of Vhalar during Arc 721

Vega was tired.

Physically, emotionally, psychologically. She was tired in her bones, in her heart and in her soul. Her body was exhausted from the life inside her, but other than that it was playing havoc with her emotionally. But equally, she was more excited and had more anticipation and nervous energy than she knew what to do with. Her baby - their baby - was due and Vega was beyond excited. She was tired, yes. Tired like she'd never been before- and so when she felt tired she slept and when she couldn't sleep, she rested. She was emotional, there was no doubting it. So, she cried when she wanted to cry. There was no anger in her, even dweebs made her tear-up and it had been ages since she'd thumped someone. She was weepy and emotional and she needed to know that Arlo was nearby. When she slept, she asked him to stay close, and she sobbed when he was kind. It was totally unlike her, because Vega was normally a woman who was hard-talking, hard-hitting and who brooked no nonsense at all.

But, then again, pregnancy does funny things.

People talked to her about it -there was this strange thing where people seemed to think that she wanted advice, even when she hadn't asked for it. But she didn't mind that because she did want advice. They shared their stories and asked her how she was feeling. It made her feel like she was part of something bigger than herself (and frankly, at this point, she wasn't sure there was anything left in the world bigger than her), and so when it happened, she often found herself crying as she told Arlo about it.

Sitting in the Oasis with Leona, Vega listened to her story of how lions gave birth and she nodded. "It don't sound like a spectator sport, that's tootin'," she said, thoughtfully. "I want Arlo there, though, when it happens. Like, what if I need to squeeze someone's hand or punch someone?" She smiled at Leona. "He's the only one I know strong enough. An' besides. My mother died birthin' me. If anythin' happens, he'll need to know he did his best an' stuff. We can take each other's wounds, so he might be able to save me. " She sighed and leaned against Leona, her hand on the enormous Dire Lioness. "An' I'm scared. I always want Arlo there when I'm scared." She didn't mind admitting it, it was the truth and truth was what Vega was all about.

"Oh, don't be nice to me," she said, when Leona spoke of Joy. Tears sprang to her eyes and she shook her head. "She's ours, is all. An' we're hers. An' ... OW!" Any moment of bliss and calm was totally shattered as Vega realised that her waters had broken and a contraction hit her. "Oh, well that stings!" She stood, starting to walk. Pacing the area, she looked at Leona. "Arlo can feel what I'm feelin', so he knows. He's on the way." She had been as full of energy during this pregnancy as she had been full of emotions and that didn't seem to be any different now. She had to pace, hands on her back and breathing deliberately and carefully. When Arlo got there, though, she looked at him and her face broke into a beaming smile even as tears poured down her cheeks. Even then, she couldn't stop moving, couldn't stay still. "It's happenin' Arlo. It's happenin'. Is Joy a'right? You got Sir Chip lookin' after her? or Darius.. ow. Oh, these are gnarly. Like really big splinters."

Looking at him, she spoke the truth they both already knew."I'm righ' nervous. What if it don't fit out the normal way an' I pop?"

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Having remained near Vega almost exclusively for the last little while, during those times when she was resting, or sleeping, or even staring off wistfully into space, Arlo had lately taken up whittling. He didn't whittle. Jonas did, and quite well in fact. But he found the repetitive motions of sharpening sticks, which was just about all he could manage, to be a good way to center himself.

An almost soothing task that calmed his thoughts and redirected his thoughts. The link between Vega and himself was so complete that so far as emotion, what she felt, he felt as well. He could have easily severed the connection temporarily now and then, much as he'd learned to do with Lyova. But in this case? He wouldn't have dreamed of it, and if her upended emotions threatened to become his by default, then maybe through that same connection she might find a calmer place in the eye of the storm.

Maybe, possibly. Except that he had his own sets of worries. Concern for her was at the very top of his list. So she needn't have asked him to stay close, he'd have been there anyway even if he appeared to be focused on other tasks like feeling family, or the masses or really...considering the size of all the family around him, it was pretty much one and the same. But when she did want time away, he waited behind as asked, assured that the link remained, and that he'd know the moment she needed him there.

And then that time arrived, as he'd known it eventually would. Whatever he was doing then was of no importance at all, and the task was dropped as he headed her way. He only broke stride once to stop the tide of any others attempting to follow in his wake. Only him, just as he knew Vega wanted it to be. Of course he heard Vega, before he actually saw her as he slipped into the Oasis. It was a deliberate sense of calm that rolled off him, best as he could manage at least as he came forward and took her hands, meeting her eye to eye.

"Joy's just fine. She's got what amounts to a legion of caretakers looking after her." Lucky for him, while the connection between them might account for some measure of health and life force, it's ebbs and flows, thoughts, emotions and so on...selfishly perhaps he was at least spared from the...really big splinters she spoke of. As for popping? Even in the thick of all this, he couldn't help but chuckle and grin wide. "That's not going to happen Vega. I'm positive it never has before, and never shall."

Where was that midwife!?, Arlo thought with a glance back the way that he'd come. Would it kill her to put a hurry on? At any rate, keeping hold of Vega's hands, he asked, "Do you need to lie down? Or walk?"
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25th of Vhalar 721



From the corner of the settlement of Hopetoun, a trio of well-dressed mice entered the gates. They bore packages upon a carriage drawn by a goat. They were each of them seated in the driver's seat, although only one of them held the reins, naturally. He was the one who spoke first, "The big kitty is gone? Good, then we can move on in. This is the place Rollo, right?" He was a red-furred mouse.

"Oh yes, quite the place. It fits the description we were given, surely, in the gifting texts." The brown mouse said, flipping through a book as he sat beside the red one.

"Well then, nothing for it." Said a third mouse cadouri. "Let's get a move on before that kitty chases us away again, we may not get another chance!" A black furred mouse said, rather pragmatically. He pointed the way for their goats to carry their carriage into the Oasis.

So they barreled ahead, following the directions in their 'gifting tome'. Whatever that was.

When they arrived in the clearly, they each climbed down, one over the other from the carriage, and went to the back of the cart to bring out a package. Each of them held one, and approached Arlo and Vega. "Ahem." Said the red one, "I am Ruby. This is Rollo." He said, indicating the brown one, "And this is Onnie."

Onnie spoke up for the group of them, "Together, we are the three wise cadouri. Here for a gift for the one mentioned in our gifting tomes."

Ruby nodded fervently, "This is a very important event. And we're proud and honored that you get to be part of it!"

Rollo tsked at his brother, "This is their night, though, Ruby. This isn't about us. It's all about what they're bringing into the world. A child is truly a wonderful gift, and we have gifts to give to this child..."

And so, Ruby looked expectantly at Vega and Arlo, and raised his brows, "So... where is the precious little one then?"



Meanwhile, Leona was fervently searching for the errant midwife, Isra. She looked high and low for the healer, calling for her if necessary. She hated to leave Vega's side for this, but presumed she was in good hands with Arlo at least...

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Vhalar 25, Arc 721


While most were none the wiser, Leona searched for Isra. The healer in question was working with a few others, restocking supplies and going about their business. Hopetoun had relatively minor medical needs, which were always seen to quickly, with efficiency.

Isra didn’t notice as Leona came upon the group, focused on the task at hand. It wasn’t until one of the others, wide-eyed herself, poked the healer’s shoulder to gain her attention. Slightly irritated at being interrupted, whatever frustration she felt melted away as soon as she spotted Leona. It took but a moment for her to realize the one reason the creature would be there.

Vega.

Swiftly, the dark-haired woman grabbed the bag she had prepared ahead of time, just for this occasion. Healers often didn’t have the luxury of knowing medical situations ahead of time, so when they did, it was prudent to be prepared. Birth was a tricky matter. A woman’s body knew what to do, so most times, things progressed beautifully. The situations that could arise during and after, however, were numerous, and because of that, another safety measure was added.

Pointing at one of the blue cloaks, Isra spoke quickly. “Come with me. I may need a runner to grab more supplies, depending on what happens. The rest of you, stay here in case we need more help. No point bringing a legion for what most likely will be a normal birth.“ Her voice was steady, calm and sure – a tone healers Idalos-wide had honed to perfection.

Leaving the tent, the healer looked to Leona and nodded. “Take us to her, please.”

Leona was moving, having anticipated the dark-haired woman’s understanding. She quickly led the pair of healers to the Oasis. As soon as Isra got eyes on Vega and where she was, her voice spoke softly to the blue cloak she had brought with her. “Stay here at the perimeter. I’ll shout if I need anything. Until I know Vega’s wishes and condition, the number of people need to be limited. No one comes into the Oasis without Vega or Arlo's consent. Understood?”

Swiftly making her way into the Oasis, Isra went straight to Vega, Arlo and what looked to be…wait….three mice Cadouri? Well, that was a new one for the healer, but right then, her focus was on Vega. “Vega, did your water break? How far apart are the sharp pains? Are you feeling the need to push at all? You'll know what that means, so if you are at all unsure, then you aren't.” The words were spoken evenly and got quickly to the heart of the matter. The healer needed to ascertain quickly what stage of labor the redhead was in and sticking hands into sensitive places was the last piece of the equation.

Her eyes roamed the woman, gleaning what she could visually while waiting for her response, making mental notes about most everything going on.

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25th Trial of Vhalar during Arc 721

He didn't think she was going to pop and that was good, but Vega shook her head stubbornly. "I'll have you know, Arlo Creede," she said, her pacing increasing. "That I have done an' been lots of things what have never happened. An' if I pop, you're gettin' covered in gloop, so it'll serve you right." That wasn't a pretty image, so she stopped with it. Then, he asked her if she wanted to lie down or walk and she shook her head again. "I gotta move," she said. "I did enough layin' down when my legs were messed up. I need to move."

And then, it seemed, the world went a little bit crazy.

"Arlo, there's three mice."

Oh, no, no they weren't three mice. Vega stopped walking and she looked down at them. "The three wise cadouri?" She glanced at Arlo, looking to see if he could see what she was seeing or whether she'd started hallucinating. "The say what where now? The gifting tome? Like, a book?" Lifting her head for a moment she let out a low moan, just quietly, and she took Arlo's hand. "There's mice, Arlo." It seemed quite important that he understood. "The little one? I'm havin' a baby if you mean that. Like, right now. Are you here early?" Having stopped her pacing to talk to them, she started again. Not too far, so she could speak, but enough that it kept her moving. "Right, well, I'm well glad that you've come. We haven't actually gotten around to the part where the baby arrives, so if you want to give her or him a gift, you're gonna have to give me a minute."

Shaking her head incredulously, she considered it. "Did Xiur send you? Or Cassion? A book. A tome. I bet you it is one of that pair havin' a laugh. Do me a favour, an' show my husband this giftin' tome would you?" Pacing helped her, but then in walked Isra and Vega considered that it was a job of work trying to get a minute alone here. It was busy, that was for sure. Then, Isra threw some questions at her and Vega looked at her with a certain amount of incomprehension on her face. "I... yeah, it broke. An' I dunno, they're all over. What do you mean?" She looked at Arlo with a slightly panicked expression. She knew this - if she stopped and thought about it, she'd remember it. But she was overwhelmed and the three cadouri and barrage of questions had sent her into a tailspin. "Are we supposed to measure the distance between them or somethin'? Cos honestly, they're everywhere." And was she feeling the need to push? Vega considered it briefly. "I'm more of a thumpin' girl, really."

No, this wouldn't do. Not one bit. She met Arlo's gaze and nodded. Just once.

Then, she turned to the others in the Oasis. "Now then you lot, mouse to midwife, you lot are flibbertiyin' my gibbet, an' then some. I am tryin' to have a baby here. To push out a person. A whole person will be emergin' from me, an' you lot are jus... jus...'" She waved her hand, unable to find the word. "Dweebs!" Evidently, an oldie but goodie. Then, she got more specific with her wrath. First, the cadouri "So you three, sort it out with him, show him the book an' be quick about it. An' you," she looked at Isra. "Don't bark questions at me or I'll be showin' you just how much I feel like pushin', an' it won't be pushin' a person out of my pink parts. An' don't tell me what I know or don't either, it's annoyin'. I don't do unsure. I'll be doin' this my own way an' you can get on board or get out. Your choice."

She breathed in, and out slowly through her mouth. Then, she spoke again to Isra. "The contractions are painful, but not too bad. I've had worse. They're comin' faster now, though, an' I think I've got a high pain threshold. I need to move, to keep movin' an' that's what my body is tellin' me so I'm doin' it." Vega started to pace, again. "Arlo," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Do me a favour qua'ma?" The biqaj word slipped easily from her. "Tell me a story?"
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As for things that had never happened before, until such a time as they did? "Fair enough, I guess," Arlo responded without missing a beat as he continued to support Vega, be she sitting, lying down, standing or pacing. "But you're still not going to spontaneously combust, pop, explode, or whatever you want to call it. This child will be a wonder for all to know, but he or she will still come into the world in the usual way." Immortals willing, though he didn't say it aloud. Arlo had a good case of nerves himself after all, but explosions of that nature were the very least of them.

But just as he'd come to the conclusion that things were proceeding as they ought to, with the exception of the midwife not having arrived just yet, a trio of small, hairy and chatty interlopers turned up. And apparently they were bearing gifts. A book? Or, maybe not a book, but a..."Our names are in that book?" he asked impatiently, though the nature and look of the three made it a tricky affair to be outright short and impatient with them. Tiny bodies, large round eyes, it would be like kicking a puppy.

"I wouldn't put it past Cassion," Arlo said to Vega, turning his attention back to supporting her while she kept moving. "He does have a flair for the dramatic but this doesn't seem quite his style." As for the sharp pains she was having, and how far apart they were, Arlo had to consider whether it was wise or not to clarify for the already agitated Vega, while he believed the midwife was asking. Caution to the wind, he impulsively decided. "I think she means, how long between the pains," he suggested as gently and diplomatically as possible.

But she wanted a story...Now? Arlo frowned curiously while they went along. Then again, a story...something sweet or even whimsical, might help take her mind off all the worries that were currently chasing her. "Have you ever heard the story of how the pegasus got her wings?" he asked. "A long, long time ago, even before two legged men and women walked the lands, there was a beautiful, snow white horse that lived beneath the shadows cast by snow capped peaks, deep in the forest surrounded by towering trees, babbling brooks, keeping company with all sorts of whimsical woodland creatures," he told her.

"But for all her beauty and that surrounding her, and no matter how wonderful the place that she lived, she was lonely, and not happy at all. She knew that she wasn't like other horses, with all her heart and soul she wished to soar among the peaks with the eagles. For there," Arlo added with a smile and in a soothing tone, "she'd feel closer to the sun. First, she asked a buzzing bee if he'd be willing to lend her his wings. Oh no, the bee buzzed back gruffly," he said, transforming his voice to suit. "My wings are much too fragile for the likes of you. They'd tear much too easily in the wind."

After that, "She happened across a snow white dove who was busy feathering her nest. May I borrow your wings, the little while mare asked politely?" And Arlo switched tones to match, yet again. "Don't be silly, the little bird said. My bones are hollow. My wings would never lift you up off the ground. But because the horse found the white feathers to be the prettiest ones that she'd ever seen before, the little bird relented, just enough, to give the mare a few of her feathers to weave into her mane and tail."

"Of course, the little horse still yearned to fly, but she did love her new feathers. So many trials later, she was standing at the edge of a pond, admiring her reflection in the still, perfect clear waters. But then she heard a ruckus nearby and when she looked round to see, she spied a small fairy that had been caught up and become hopelessly snagged in a bramble. The beautiful, shimmering little creature wailed with fright but the more she struggled, the more dire her predicament."

"And then, something changed for the little horse," Arlo told Vega, and smiled. "For the first time in months, she stopped thinking of how much she wanted to fly. She stopped feeling sorry for herself, and wanting to be much more than she was. She only cared for the little creature in trouble. And so acting quickly, she tenderly nudged away the offending brambles until finally the little fairy was free. Oh, thank you, the fairy cried! I've been here forever! A bee buzzed by once, but said he was too busy to stop. A bird just yester-trial said she had no time, she had a nest to feather! I would like to reward your kindness, she told the little horse. What is your fondest wish and I will grant it!"

"The little horse thought and thought on the fairy's offer. But suddenly she'd forgotten just what it was she'd been yearning for. Instead, she'd remembered what was most important of all. I'm only happy that you're free, she said, when she could have asked for anything she wanted just then. Fairies are magical, after all!" Arlo said with a grin. "But of course, because fairies are magical, this one knew exactly what the snow white horse yearned for, deep in her heart. And so right then, right there, the fairly smiled, fluttered her wings and sent out sparks of rainbow colored light, and the snow white feathers woven into the mane and tail of the little mare came loose, fluttered up and around her body until they all settled again, forming two, glorious wings upon her powerful back. Fairies are magical creatures after all, and that made all the difference. So from that day forward, thanks to the little fairy in the bramble, she was able to soar among the clouds, just where she belonged. And that, is how the pegasus got it's wings."
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Leona thought twice and maybe even a third time about leaving Vega alone even if for a moment. Yet when she began to feel the baby coming, the lioness knew it would at the very leats not hurt to have a midwife on hand. Yet as she arrived back at the camp, and saw the three mice that she'd been staving off for days, she nearly lost her composure. Yet she was able to maintain, and merely growled at them, bearing her teeth.

Onnie was the first to react, and hid behind Rollo and Ruby. Rollo and Ruby merely looked unimpressed, but maintained an air of some dignity about them.

"Th...th...the gifting tome! Yes it was here just moments ago." Onnie patted down his vest, looking for an object, presumably the tome he'd been raving about.

"Did you check your breast pocket?"

"Oh! Y...yes! Here!" He handed the gifting tome to Arlo, which was really more of a booklet, a very small one,a bout two inches by three. It was filled with strange astrological signals that appeared to be constellations transposed on maps. There were few words appearing on those pages, just an index at the back that pointed to one page or another. Each of the pages were numbered, one would note.

"We bring gifts... but..."

"That cat looks hungry?"

"Oh my, do you think she is?"

Leona bared her teeth for a moment more, before shaking off the anger. She mellowed her voice, and spoke to them as softly as she could. "It seems you've found the right place, but I will ask you to leave until such time as Vega wishes to see you..."

The pains for Vega were getting harder to bear. And even for one with monumental endurance, agony mounted from every corner of her body, aches all over, and she felt sapped, drained. The baby wouldn't wait, it seemed. And soon enough would be arriving.

"Oh how exciting! Do tall people lay eggs, like bunnies? I wonder..."

"Bunnies don't lay eggs, Onnie." Said Rollo, slapping his face. Meanwhile, Ruby approached Leona, and said, "Miss Lioness, it's very important that we be here when the baby Arrives. We were sent on a very important mission to make sure they receive these gifts..." Ruby said, pointing toward the carriage they'd rode in on.

"But I will try and wrangle these two knuckleheads, if I can."

"Who you calling a knuckle head?" Rollo said, grimacing. Onnie said nothing, but hopped on his feet, apparently excited about something.

The contractions came faster and harder for Vega then, and there'd seem to be no waiting for her baby to arrive. Leona grudgingly took to Vega's side, ignoring the mice now, and focusing on her friend. "Here, lean against me, and we'll get through this, with your Arlo."

Leona reclined on the ground, offering herself as a cusion for Vega.

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25th Trial of Vhalar during Arc 721

"I knew that, really," Vega said to Arlo when he said that the midwife meant how long between the pains. "I jus' couldn't find it in my brain. It's too busy." Her hand in his was tight, but not overly so, and she looked at him with a slight smile. "As long as you're sure I'm not goin' to spontaneously combust, I'm fine." She tried her hardest not to show him that there was any pain, but she failed at that. It didn't matter, she knew. There were mice there, and a midwife and it simply didn't matter. She kept her hand in his and she asked him to tell her a story. So he did.

For Vega, the world stopped when he did that. His ability to storytell wasn't second to his father in Vega's eyes - it was very much the other way around; of course she also knew that it was true to her because of how she felt about the two of them. She liked Cassion well enough, but Arlo was Arlo. And Arlo told the story he told and she heard it, she listened to it. "What is it about you an' bumble bees, Arlo Creede?" She smiled at him, knowing that he'd remember the bee-outfit she'd made because he teased her about her bee-hat. "That's a good story. Thank you, qua'ma."

It was strange, she thought. It was like she was in a bubble. Just her and Arlo, in a bubble. People came and went from that bubble, but it didn't matter. She listened to the three mice and she shook her head to Arlo, in a motion not to worry about things. "If they want to stay, they can stay. Over there, an' if any of them get near me, I'm gonna sit on them." Her hand reached down to Leona and she nodded. "I need to sit down, now, I think, Arlo."

Turning to look at the midwife, Vega suddenly beamed a wide grin. "I want to push. I really do. That is really the most odd thing. I'm gonna get sat down, an' I'm gonna push, an' you're gonna catch, right?" She spoke between slight moans of pain, and then she turned to Arlo and took his hands, lowering herself down on to the floor, leaning against the dire lioness who was her friend. "Right. We're good to go. You stay up this end, Creede. This end where there's talkin' an' possibly thumpin'. This end where there's nothin' icky an' no sights set to torment you for arcs. You're banned from the business end."

Just breathe, Vega, she told herself and did just that. "Bloody mice an' a giftin' tome an' bees an' fairies. You know, nothin's ever simple with us, is it?" Her hand reached for Arlo's and she looked at him. "Want to have a baby, mister Creede?" If he said yes - or whatever he said, in fairness - she gave a low groan of pain and added. "Cos you know, if you want to swap places, that'd be fine."

Surely, Vega thought, there had to be a more efficient way to grow people than this?
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Vega's skin has a reflective metallic sheen with a red glow. Her eyes still swirl biqaj colours, but one colour is always bright red which glows like fire. She has a bright red glow in her chest, situated directly under the mark of a heart (Daia mark) in the middle of a glowing silver dragon on her chest (Xiur). She's unnaturally warm to the touch
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Re: [Hopetoun] Who do the Stars Gaze Upon?

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A cat and a mouse, or in this instance, a cat and three mice, was never a good combination. Albeit, these were unusual mice to be sure. And a most unusual cat. Still not good, Arlo considered, based on the midwife's response while gazing upon the trio of interlopers. For that was surely how she must see them, no matter who had sent them.

Under any other circumstances, Cassion's son might have looked on in fascination, perhaps even amused if not for current circumstances. This was no time or place for this cat and mouse game. But if Vega said they could stay, then they could stay. "Play nice. All of you," he said, eyeing all four before turning his full attention back to his wife. Even while one of the fuzzy little creatures searched his pockets for an apparently elusive gifting tome.

He did however, spare a few words for the trio before fully tuning them out, best he could. "Would you three kindly zip it?" he grumbled before smiling confidently back in Vega's direction. It was all going to be ok. People didn't lay eggs, and she wasn't going to send their child out into the world through her belly like a lead ball through a canon. And if the story helped any, then all the better. Because at the end of the trial, Vega's nerves, were Arlo's nerves.

Vega was right to have forbidden him to stray nearer the business end of things. Arlo had seen quite a lot in his lifetime, things that could curl one's toes in horror, and so on. But while yes, this was the miracle of life in action, it was probably a part of the process that he didn't need to witness firsthand. And so, because she appeared to be ready, he gently helped her down into a reclining position with the midwife's assistance.

"More than ready," he said, his voice full of emotion when Vega asked. As for the alternatives? Arlo grinned, couldn't help himself, and placed a kiss gently atop his head. "If you don't mind, I'll abide by a millenia or more's tradition, and allow you to do the heavy lifting in this case while I supply the love and support."


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