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Sect takes a nap

"What do I mean? Who am I talking about?" Kitara asks, repeating the questions that Margem (and seemingly Cassie) asked.

The blue-black haired elf shakes his head at Kitara's delay, then says, "Bluntly put, we're expecting our second child. We know that it is a boy because the doctor noticed something different than usual for elves. The doctor ordered an analysis done, and that's when we learned his gender."

The woman nods, "We don't know what's quite wrong with our son, but the doctor believes that he has a malformation of the heart or something of the sort. He is also growing at a slower rate than other elvish children, which is a cause for concern as he is not developing at the necessary rate. If this continues, we will most likely lose our son."

"Either way," Jay says, "This is our second and last child. Our son's condition has been affecting Kitara's ability to bear children. If he dies, we will only have Trea. If he lives, we will have Trea and her brother. There is no posibility for more children after this child."

Kitara sighs, "I need to be healthy, yes. However, the further apart my appointments are, the more likely the death of our son. Closer to the end of the period, it'll start to risk my health. My doctor says that I'll have to go on bedrest. Therefore, I'm not willing to wait for my leg to heal before going to this appointment."


A bit away from the pair, a red head sighs deeply, "How can we help?"




((OOC: Take that! smile That's totally the shiz! ...aka, I totally love how this post played out. *puts up a peace sign* I rock; Margem's back!))

Lael sighs. "I understand. If it were my child... Well, I don't know what I would do. But whatever you decide, we need to get the leg splinted. Let's get you to your tent," she says.

((XD Oh, drama is so much fun. I love it myself.))

"I'll just go get what I'll need," Lael says. "It'll only take a few minutes." She leaves and goes into her tent.

Cassie, meanwhile, has been watching curiousally as events have unfolded. She can't help but love excitement. Bouncing on the balls of her feet she asks Margem, "You're really pregnant? What's it like?"

(The blame for my lack of posting falls partly on the fact that I have school.)

Darian laughed. "I'm just lucky I guess," he said, walking over to stand to the redhead's left with this right arm about her waist. As always when he embraced her, he had gotten used to her company enough that being near her no longer affected him, he felt a rush of emotions flood through him, cheifly his love for her and his desire to protect her at any cost. No, he thought to himself, Not any cost. I must not give my life if I can help it, for then the cost would be Margem's happiness.

The hippie wakes up from his nap and stretches

Westley stopped for a bit and licked his recently wounded paw. 'Now why do I let her get close to me? Someone's going to get hurt from it. I shouldn't even be here. I should still pick up my stuff and say goodbye to all before I leave.'

He turns around and, turning back to his human form, starts walking back to the campsite. 'It's still a few miles away. How stupid can I be?'

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A white haired man, dressed in blue jeans and a brown leather jacket, enters the campground. After talking with the grounds' keeper, he goes through the sites, searching.

'He's here, I know it. Where is he?'

After going through a few of the campsites, he comes to an occupied circle of sites. He straightens his coat a bit before approaching the group, "Excuse me, have you seen a tawny haired man around here?"



((OOC: I know what you mean about the whole thing with "saving Margem". I was just saying....
I know it's hard for you to post. I'm glad you CAN post and that you do. ...maybe it's because I'm around again, more or less? lol
Also, Darian has no response to Margem's statement?))