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piosenniel · 04-29-2003, 01:53 PM

Mithadan's post

The three travellers continued on for perhaps a mile or so before Mithadan again stopped. He groaned, grasping at his belly, then collapsed to his knees.

"Mith!" cried Bird in alarm.

He looked up at his friends. His face was red and he was puffing heavily. After a moment he grimaced again, doubled up in pain. Bird rolled him onto his back and Rose dabbed at his sweating brow with a cloth.

From between gritted teeth, he spoke with a strained voice. "What day is it?" he asked.

Confused, Bird counted rapidly on her fingers. "It is the 30th of Nárië, I think," she answered.

"No," said Rose. "It is Midsummer."

Mithadan's eyes widened, then closed as his stomach was wracked with another wave of pain. "Piosenniel!" he spat.

"I'm sure she's fine Mith," said Bird. "Now relax, whatever's ailing you will pass."

His hand shot out and he seized her by the collar, pulling her close. "Its Piosenniel," he snarled. "We're having the twins!" He let her go as another wave of tightness swept over his body.

Bird rocked back on her heels, considering his words. Then her eyes grew wide. "She...you...Mith, can you shut her out?" He shook his head.

Bird turned to Rose. "Do you think we should boil water or something?" she asked.

[ April 29, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

04-29-2003, 01:53 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Mithadan's post The three travellers continued on for perhaps a mile or so before Mithadan again stopped. He groaned, grasping at his belly, then collapsed to his knees. "Mith!" cried Bird in alarm. He looked up at his friends. His face was red and he was puffing heavily. After a moment he grimaced again, doubled up in pain. Bird rolled him onto his back and Rose dabbed at his sweating brow with a cloth. From between gritted teeth, he spoke with a strained voice. "What day is it?" he asked. Confused, Bird counted rapidly on her fingers. "It is the 30th of Nárië, I think," she answered. "No," said Rose. "It is Midsummer." Mithadan's eyes widened, then closed as his stomach was wracked with another wave of pain. "Piosenniel!" he spat. "I'm sure she's fine Mith," said Bird. "Now relax, whatever's ailing you will pass." His hand shot out and he seized her by the collar, pulling her close. "Its Piosenniel," he snarled. "We're having the twins!" He let her go as another wave of tightness swept over his body. Bird rocked back on her heels, considering his words. Then her eyes grew wide. "She...you...Mith, can you shut her out?" He shook his head. Bird turned to Rose. "Do you think we should boil water or something?" she asked. [ April 29, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.