If there was one thing that Finn didn't like about pregnancy so far it was the way her back ached, no matter how she stood or sat. Right now she was on a cushioned bench in the dining hall, looking every inch the spoiled little Lady that she felt. She wasn't even that far along but she was being treated so good by her man, by her brother-in-law and best friend, by her family as a whole. Normally the attention might have been a little too much, but she actually found she was relishing it all. She glanced at Belladonna, who was hissing as another interested party stopped by to inquire about her eggs, and mentally Finn chuckled. She finally understood how the gold felt whenever she became fat and heavy with eggs.
But you aren't fat. Nor are you heavy with eggs. You only have one egg. Belladonna has several. Had several, that is. Finn gave another egg to the man asking about them and soothed her firelizard with a gentle stroke and another piece of her favorite meat, but it did little to satisfy her friend. Are you sure she'll be better once they're all gone? She doesn't seem like it right now.
I'm certain, my love. You don't remember, but she was in a foul mood the first time around, and she was just fine after. We can't very well keep all of them now, can we? Not with two dragons and a baby on the way, a baby she intended to care for as long as possible before a proper foster mother was found. That reminded her - she wanted to discuss fostering options with Bast. While it might be early for that, in the case of their baby, she didn't think it was too soon at all, and she had no idea if he had any preferences in mind, either.
While she was thinking it, and handing out eggs, she started to focus on something else as well. A worry that had been cropping up the last few days. Through the grapevine of the infirmary, she'd heard about the death of one of the dayhandlers, Esca, and she knew how close one of her Wingmates, C'sian was to him and his mate Devyn. Ever since hearing about it ordeal that the poor man was going through now, without the love of his life, her heart had constricted whenever Bast had had gone to practice, and her stomach had dropped anytime Fall had to be flown. She didn't tell him, but she was afraid to let him go to the skies on most day, even if she trusted Villeforth to keep him safe.
Feeling tears well in her eyes, and knowing what they were from - hormones, thinking of something happening to her mate and the father of her child, thinking of Esca and Devyn - she glanced at the eggs. If she ever lost Bast, she didn't know what she would do. She would be lost, and she didn't think anything would pull her out of the spiral that would follow. Then again... she would have her firelizards, she would have her children. Devyn had his daywher, but he had nothing else of Esca...
The tears started to fall, and she heard Danteth start to panic as a result. Someone stopped to place a hand on her shoulder and she shook her head, insisting she would be fine. "I'm just having a moment. You know how pregnant women can be." But it was more than that. She felt like she needed to do something for Devyn, to show that someone cared enough to try and help with the pain even if nothing would truly take it away but time. She glanced again at the eggs as the tears continued to fall, as her hands fought in vain to wipe them away, and she thought of something that might do the trick.
While reaching for one, one she thought would be special, just to pile sand around it and ensure it wouldn't be taken by anyone else, Danteth spoke to Gastoneth. Pardon me, Gastoneth, but can you have your rider come to the dining hall for a few moments? My rider needs his help with something. It involves Isamuyn's handler, if you need some idea of what she intends...