Karonil
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:Dark Moon Weyr::Tripaldi Weyr

Karonil smiled happily as he left his office, sighing in contentment and heading down the hall. He could hardly keep himself from dashing up the stairs to his wife. He and Deisah had been married less than a year and they were already expecting their first child. Karonil was ecstatic; he’d always wanted to be a father and now he would be. He forgot himself and bounded up the last few steps and raced to the door to their bedchamber. He burst through the door to find his wife falling into a chair. Concern wiping the smile from his face he rushed to her side.

“Deisah,” he said, kneeling beside her chair and taking her hand in his, “are you alright?”

“Of course, love,” she replied, obviously out of breath. “The first few months are often hard.”

He smiled at her assurance and kissed the hand he held gently. “What can I get for you?”

“Nothing, dear, just let me rest,” was all the reply he got as she closed her eyes and focused on steadying her breathing.

Karonil frowned in concern but did nothing, remaining there by her side watching her lids flutter as she breathed deeply. Deisah was a strong woman, but in spirit only. Her body was frail and all the healers had warned them she might not be able to bear children. Both of them had been exuberant with joy when they discovered her pregnancy and though the healers cautioned them neither paid them any heed. Now Karonil was beginning to wonder. Deisah was only two months along and if she was having trouble catching her breath now...

He shook his head, refusing to finish that thought. He reached out the hand that was not clasped in Deisah’s and smoothed her light brown hair from her face. Her breathing had slowed to a more relaxed pace and her blue eyes fluttered open at his caress, her lips curving into a tiny smile.

“Are you sure you’re alright, dearest?” asked Karonil quietly and Deisah nodded her head softly.

“I’m perfectly fine now, just had to catch my breath,” she replied, her voice strained and weak. Karonil frowned but she shook her gently. “Honestly, my husband, I am fine. I would tell you if I were not.”

“Would you?” he asked, cocking his head to one side as he regarded her, worry evident in his gaze. “Ah, my strong one, I wish I could believe that. I’m going to send for the healer. There’s no harm in being certain.”

“Dearest, no, I tell you I am fine. It was just a passing spell,” she insisted, her voice growing stronger. “You see, I am already regaining my strength. You can call for the healer if it happens again.”

Karonil frowned for a moment before sighing and giving in. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lovely wife’s cheek and settled himself on the floor as he began telling her of his day spent dealing with Hold business.

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