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Spill the T - Cidro Amato de la Peña - 24 July 2019

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Sometimes Cidro felt like he was dreaming.


Not in the way where everything’s so perfect that it can’t be real, or so horrible that it must be a nightmare— no, everything was just so much. Good and bad.


Saying he was still unstable was a bit of an understatement, but an exaggeration too. It was strange. Everything was strange. Here he was, having lost everything, only just starting the road to recovery, yet he couldn’t stop giggling girlishly into the furs on his bed— their bed.


He thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he had Cedric’s vest to smell and seek comfort in, but a whole bed? A house? Where his scent lingered all day? Cidro could die now and have no regrets.


Cedric was still out working like the dutiful son he was, and for once, Cidro thought it best not to distract him. Crawling all over him while he trained was fun and all, but Cidro respected his knight enough to know how seriously he took his work. For now, lying in bed and relishing in their mingled scents was more than enough. Especially after a day at the stables where Branwen’s scent mixed in as well… it was like their family was all together.


That scent certainly didn’t belong here.


He heard the footsteps up to the door first, keen ears noticing the shuffling limp. Nayavota. When her scent flooded the house, however, it was far from usual. Something was… off. Something familiar.


In a moment of weakness, he thought of Kalypso, of rivers and woven baskets, broken English and… pregnant bellies…


He sprung up from his bed, dress and hair a little rumpled, but he was too invested in the potential gossip to care. Puppies were on the line here. Cedric’s milk-sister’s puppies. He traced deft fingers along the walls, already having memorized the layout after only a couple weeks.


Naya!


He barely gave her the chance to speak, fighting desperately to ease his way into it, but his toothy smile made his excitement near blinding.


Vale vale, don’t freak out but like— I can smell… it’s just that… you see when I… ahhhh screw it—


He gave in, his words coming out in a giddy babble.


I can smell your puppies a mile away. Who’s the daddy? How far along are you? Can I feel?


He cut himself off, looking a little sheepish, but still overly excited.


Sorry… I haven’t had much to do today. Cedric’s been out and I’ve been bored and, you know, you’re Cedric’s sister and all…


NOSY BOY IS NOSY

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Re: Spill the T - Nayavota Denahlii - 4 August 2019

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OOC :: Dated June 17th.
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Nayavota limped through the town square, her cloak billowing in the summer breeze. She resisted the urge to hold her stomach as she walked; she didn’t want to bring any more attention to it than necessary, especially after Howland’s pointed look at the front gate. Nayavota wasn’t scared of being pregnant anymore—or of her packmates finding out—but she wanted to take her time sharing the good news.

The pale Officer turned toward Cedric’s house and smiled. She limped up to his door, her walking stick tap-tap-tapping against the wooden stairs as she walked. Naya wasn’t quite sure how her milk-siblings would react, but she knew they’d be happy for her. A bit nervous, maybe, but happy. She opened her mouth to call for her brother, but the sound of footsteps stopped her.

Nayavota laughed in surprise as Cidro ran up to her, a toothy grin on his dark muzzle. He was giddy with excitement as he told her not to freak, and she was half-tempted to say the same to him. She tried to speak, to ask him what was going on, but it all came tumbling out before she got the chance. Oh. Oh. Naya froze for a few seconds, her ears folding backward reflexively at his questions.

The silver Officer pressed a hand to her swollen stomach and resisted the urge to step away from Cidro. Anyone who gave Naya more than a passing glance could tell she was pregnant, at least up close, but she still wasn’t used to the attention. ”It’s okay. A moon and a half, I tink,” she said, avoiding his first question altogether. After another few seconds, she sighed and reached for Cidro’s hands. They were delicate, but stronger than the last time she’d held them; she supposed that described the young man as a whole, too.

”Be gentle,” Nayavota said, placing Cidro’s hands against her stomach, ”I just ate, and I’m still queasy every time da wind blows da wrong way.” It wasn’t far from the truth, either; her nausea was getting better overall, but she still had to be careful after eating. ”Do you know when Cedric will be back? I need to tell him, too.” Naya had been avoiding the Fort as much as possible over the past half moon, and she wanted to tell all her family and friends before she left for Mistfell Vale.

The thought was nerve-wracking, but it couldn’t be any worse than hiding her pregnancy for the past moon.

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