Taylen smiles at the Weyrleaders as the come in.

Telinda smiles cheerfully as she wanders in, lifting a hand to wave at various people. Another step in and she stops, frowning at something, before taking another step into the room and nodding, "Evening all!"

Corbyn mumbles and nods.

Taylen smiles softly.

K'laarn turns, face greasy from the tidbits of cold food he's snagged, and gives his weyrmate a guilty look. He clears his throat after swallowing and manages to ask, "Wnat something to eat, Telinda?" His eyebrows arch in question as he subconciously wipes his fingers on his trous.

Telinda shakes her head at K'laarn after peering curiously at the healer, "Tired, Corbyn?" she asks, then frowns some more, "No food, no, my stomach's been acting real wierd for the last of that meeting and I don't want it making any further protestations!"

Corbyn shrugs, "It's been a long day..."

Taylen glances at Corbyn, then at Telinda. "Not even soup?" she asks.

K'laarn walks away from the table, heading over toward Telinda and says cautiously "Well, anything to drink then? " He smiles at Telinda affectionately as his eyes drift to her expanded middle.

Telinda shakes her head at Taylen, "Absolutely noth.." her words get broken off in the middle as she reaches out a hand for anything in front of her, her face contorted into a grimace. Hand grasps onto the edge of a table as her knees give way.

Corbyn seems more interested in his next sip of klah, until Telinda's words break off mid-sentence. He glances across at her, and then his expression changes. The lips move, and you can probably fit "Utoh, here we go" to the silent mouthing.

Taylen blinks, eyes flicking from the healer to the woman.

K'laarn's face twists in panic as he, who was watching Telinda intently anyhow, notices her grimace of pain and the fact she nearly falls over. He rushes to her side and his arms circle around her for support "Whats wrong Telinda?" He says worriedly. Uhoh.

Corbyn rather unhurriedly sits up a bit and systematically drains his mug of klah.

Someone's bowl of soup goes clattering across the floor as Telinda's grip alters on the table, trying to keep her upright, but those knees just don't seem to want to stay that way. A stream of epithets comes from her mouth, such words as you might wonder where she got them from. She collapses against K'laarn's arms, completely drained for the moment, "Don't ask me what's wrong you fool!" she screams

Taylen frowns, remembering her own recent ordeal. "Oh, dear, " she murmurs.

K'laarn looks as if he's going to panic, any moment. His face stretches into a wide, wild grimace as he glances down at the pregnant woman in his arms. However, moments later, he seems to find some core of steel within himself and his grip strenghtens. He pulls Telinda upright, as if her weight were nothing more than a feather's weight, and holds her against him. Calmly he says, love for this woman in his voice "I'm here for you Telinda."

Corbyn finishes his klah, sets the mug down, and stretches his arms, all the while regarding Telinda, and K'laarn too, with great interest. (Note how he keeps well out of striking range for the first few minutes.)

Telinda elbows K'laarn rather violently as he holds her against him, "And where in Faranth's name did you think you were.." words break off again and eyes go...to Corbyn. Ah, a healer. "Don't just sit there, tell me what's happening. Am I loosing it again?!"

Taylen sits down heavily, an unhappy expression on her face.

K'laarn remarks wryly, laugh choked off very quickly. No, it wouldn't do to laugh at this moment in time. "Don't you think its a little too late to loose it now, Telinda?" In a reassuring voice he says this as he recovers with a wince from the elbow in the gut.

Corbyn saunters over and looks at Telinda with great interest...and stands well out of striking range for the meantime...letting K'laarn take the brunt of it, of course. Such is a weyrmate's job. "Losing it? I don't think so," he says. "But perhaps you'd be a bit more comfortable in the infirmary on a cot, than sitting here on a bench."

Telinda snorts, "I'm no Healer!" she adds, as if the knot on her shoulder wasn't enough, "Should I know about these things?!" She blinks and looks up at Corbyn suspiciously, "Why would I be more comfortable on a cot?"

Corbyn sidles up to the far side of K'laarn, still out of striking range (he hopes). He mutters to K'laarn, "... keep... as..."

Taylen's eyes flick from Telinda, to K'laarn, to Corbyn. She stays sitting, but her posture changes and her face takes on a hopeful expression.

Corbyn gives her a quick smile. "Well, I don't recommend lying down for a long time just now...you'll probably feel best if you keep walking for a while. But, first, it'd be best to check how you're coming along."

Taylen smiles, and lets out a small relieved sigh.

K'laarn says in a low voice, "Maybe our cottage?" He suggests, "Its very comfortable there, and that way we wouldn't have to move her or the baby to it afterwards." He adds helpfully as one of his hands absently pats Telinda as if she were an errrant child.

Corbyn hmmms, "Is it close?" he asks K'laarn.

Telinda sighs, "But I've been walking about all afternoon, Corbyn, my feet are tired and I ache, do I really have to walk more." Eyes narrow and hand reaches out to thwap K'laarn, "Don't you be talking to me like that, I'm not your sharding daughter" the rest of the curse is broken off by another wave of pain.

Taylen glances at Corbyn, and asks, "Need any help with this?"

Corbyn nods. "Yes, Telinda, walking is the best thing you can do right now," he replies. He gives Taylen a quick, gentle smile, "I'm fine...but it's up to Telinda if she wants you there."

Taylen nods her understanding.

K'laarn blinks as Telinda's beset yet by more pain, and so quickly. He looks concerned as he retains his hold on the goldrider. "Well, Telinda," He starts to tease, "If you were my daughter, I would hope you wouldn't be about to have my child."

Taylen stifles a snicker.

Corbyn fixes a fairly stern look on Telinda. "Stand up," he says. (What a meanie.) "Let K'laarn help you... but get up. Take your time as you walk, and lean on him if you need to. The weight of the baby will help to hurry things along while you're standing."

Telinda twists herself around in K'laarn's grip and lets fly a right hook towards his jawline, "Just let me go right this instant!" she declares, "You can take your sharding insults elsewhere!" Somehow she gets herself free and nods to Corbyn, "Lets go, I'm not having him near me!"

Corbyn shoots K'laarn a 'welcome to the party' sort of look, and then gives Telinda a rather sweet and ingratiating smile. "You first, ma'am."

Taylen sighs, and turns to K'laarn. "Glass of wine?" she asks.

The righthook meets its mark directly square in K'laarn's jaw. The strength of the blow startles him as much for the fact she actually punched him as for the strength behind it. He reels back, nearly falling and letting go of Telinda in the process. He takes a few steps backwards and regains his equilibrium as his hand comes up to succor his poor, bruising jaw. "Shardit all Telinda!" He yells, cursing, and forgetting for the moment she's in the beginnings of labor. "Why did you do that? I didn't hit you or anything, and I was just teasing!"

Corbyn closes his eyes and for the nth time wonders why he didn't go into veterinary instead.

Taylen smiles faintly.

Telinda tosses her hair over her shoulder with the flick of a hand, and glares at K'laarn, "You're supposed to be nice to me" she comments, hand going to her belly as another wave hits her. The table supports her once more as she grimaces through this one, "But don't you dare leave me, this is all your fault!" she snaps. "Corbyn, if you need the help, you can bring whomever you want!" she adds before trying to march to the landing field, though dignified it is not.

You walk toward the Landing Field.

Corbyn strides over from the Weyrhall.

K'laarn strides over from the Weyrhall.

Telinda hobble-marches across the landing field, pausing occasionally.

You walk into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.

Corbyn heads in from the Landing Field.

Corbyn helps you on your way.

Telinda smiles her thanks to Corbyn. Such a pleasant healer even if he still has those needles.

You stroll along towards Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow.

Corbyn wanders in from the Landing field.

Corbyn is the very picture of solicitousness, pausing and just waiting when you need to, etc.

You wander into Telinda and K'laarn's Cottage

K'laarn opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow

Corbyn opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow

Taylen opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow

Kaleum opens the doorway and wanders in from Tiarnath and Rnayth's Hollow

Telinda grabs ahold of the doorframe as she finally manages the cottage, smiling her thanks to Corbyn. Noticing K'laarn, she snorts, "What took you so long!?"

Taylen hangs a wineskin discreetly on the back of a chair, in case it is needed.

Corbyn encourages Telinda to keep walking, back and forth if need be.

K'laarn replies sharply "I was here the whole while, woman!" He sighs in frustration and walks over toward his weyrmate, in an attempt to offer further help.

Telinda rolls her eyes and starts pacing the floor, "Can I at least take my boots off?" she asks of the healer, "Don't call me woman!" she snarls at K'laarn, "I have a sharding name, so use it! And what is this?" she asks of the other people standing around, "A fardling freak show?!"

Kaleum nods at Tel. "I'm just here to help having given birth recently myself, I thought I could help."

Corbyn nods mildly to Telinda. "Sure... take your boots off," he replies.

K'laarn sufferingly takes his due punishment from Telinda and remarks "Telinda.." Warningly before he turns and glances around to see he's been followed. He grimaces and whispers, sotto voce, "She's a little, ah, tempermental. Right now."

Taylen nods, "I'm here to do whatever the Healer, " and she nods to Corbyn, "needs me to do. I've helped at many a birthing."

Telinda stops directly in front of K'laarn and sticks out her left leg. For a brief moment, her face is all sweet, "I'm not tempermental!" she adds, wiggling her foot, "Care to be helpful?!"

K'laarn crouches down obligingly, saying not one word at all as he almost meekly helps Telinda remove the boot from her foot, in a gesture that is completely unlike him. Its not good to upset Telinda, no, not at all.

Kaleum tries to smile reassuringly at Telinda. "If your stressed out at the number of people. I can leave."

Taylen nods, "me too."

Corbyn gives a quick look at the two women. "I think right now it maybe would be best," he says kindly, after another glance at Telinda. "If I need you, I'll call."'

Taylen nods, "Sure, " she says. "I'll see to some hot water for you, at least."

Telinda lets K'laarn remove the other boot, and quirks an eyebrow at Kaleum, "I am *not* stressed out, but I will be if people keep sharding asking me about it!" she snarls then turns back to K'laarn, "Thank you!" she adds.

Kaleum smiles and nods. "Okay, I'll leave Avatar. Just send her to me if you need something. Otherwise I'll be the weyrhall."

Kaleum allows Avatar to fly off her shoulder.

Kaleum smiles at Tel. "I know, but you might be later. When the pains come faster."

Taylen gives a somewhat jerky bow to Telinda, and smiles. "Until later, " she says.

Taylen smiles to Corbyn. "I'll be in the kitchen or the Hall if you need me."

Corbyn relaxes a bit as the "crowd" departs. "About time," he mutters, and casts an eye about the room.

Telinda stops, panting for breath as another gush of pain hits her, "Shardit, how much more do I have to take?!"

K'laarn gives his weyrmate a worried look as he says "Hopefully not much more." Then muttered, "I don't think anyone else could take anymore."

Corbyn replies, "Don't think of it that way, Telinda. Moment by moment... focus on the hre and the now."

Telinda's foot is still near K'laarn, and that reaches out to deal him a kick anywhere it can meet it's mark, "If you can't be sharding civil, stay out of it!" she almost spits out, but then, unbalanced and with a contraction hitting, she looses her balance and falls forward.

K'laarn quickly straightens, sharing a smile with Telinda and leaning over to touch her arm, just as she kicks at him. He recieves the foot in the gut, bending over with a sharp oof of pain as he sucks in his breath.

Corbyn mumbles to himself. "No broken ribs, please, I've got enough to do right now..." as he walks over to the bed. How he hates home deliveries...they tend to ruin the rush tick. Oh well... with a few swift yanks, most of the bedding goes onto the floor, but for the bottom sheet and a few pillows.

Telinda's fall ends with her sprawled right on top of K'laarn, in a rather compromising position. "You idiot! You were meant to catch me!" she adds, trying to wriggle herself back upright, but collapsing against the bronzerider as she deals with more muscle pain.

K'laarn slowly straightens, his arms creeping up in a cramped position in order to prop Telinda back up helpfully. "I'm trying." He grunts. "If you hadn't kicked me in the stomach, I could of." He retorts disgruntledly.

Corbyn gives Telinda a closer look, "How close are they coming, now?"

Telinda is left kneeling, she glances over at Corbyn, "Close?" she offers helpfully.

Corbyn mmmboys. "Okay, c'mon then," he says in a businesslike tone, and dares the dangerzone, holding out his arms to Telinda, with the intention of helping her up and onto the edge of the bed.

Always be nice to Healers, that's what her mother taught her, and of course her Mother is a healer too, so. She smiles, taking the helping hands and sitting on the edge of the bed, "Will it be over soon?" she asks in a childish voice.

Corbyn gives Telinda a quick smile. "Lean back and let us take a look, I'll see if I can tell you, okay?"

Telinda nods nervously to Corbyn, but her hand stretches out towards K'laarn as she leans back, "Don't go away!" she calls out, "Don't you leave me!"

Corbyn nods and beckons to K'laarn. "Come over here and sit with your weyrmate," he says.

K'laarn reaches over to grasp one of Telinda's hands in one of his bigger, stronger hands. "I won't leave." He reassures her after following Corbyn's instructions.

Corbyn does a quick exam and then gives the two of them a smile. "Well, you're coming right along," he says. "Fully dialated, everything seems fine so far."

Telinda's head turns to K'laarn, and she smiles, one of those rare secret smiles that couples so often share. She frowns, and then looks over to Corbyn, "I've forgotten what now!" she says a little hysterically, "I've forgotten! I knew I should've read that information more, but I've forgotten!"

Corbyn puts a calming hand on Telinda's, "Forgotten what?"

K'laarn looks confused as he inquires, hand still holding Telinda's "Forgotten what?" His words echo Corbyn's.

Telinda's frown deepens, "What happens next?! What do I do?" Eyes drift from Corbyn to K'laarn.

Corbyn ahhs, and smiles gently. "Relax, Telinda. Your body knows what to do. Breathe with it, think about...about swimming in the surf. When a wave rolls towards you, imagine diving under it til its past."

K'laarn doesn't appear to know either, his eyes turn to Corbyn for answers.

Relax?! It's easy enough for the Healer to say something so plainly idiotic. Nevertheless, Telinda starts breathing a little different, though it still catches as each wave rushes over her.

Corbyn gives K'laarn a reassuring look that just says, be with her... and then praises Telinda aloud, encouraging her to keep breathing that way.

K'laarn watches a little helplessly, but gives Telinda his best supportive and reassuring look as he leans over her and continues to clutch one of her hands.

Corbyn encourages Telinda to keep on breathing, until suddenly he leans in and tells her in a very commanding sort of tone (very *unlike* the sort of Corbyn you're used to), "Alright, Telinda... breathe. Don't push, whatever you do!!" A few gentle motions (and undoubtedly a few squeals from the mom) and suddenly a head and a shoulder are in view.

Telinda clenches K'laarn's hand hard during that phase, yep, nails might even be digging into that soft flesh, not that she's looking, or concentrating on doing either. She continues to breathe all the time, not pushing.

K'laarn cranes his neck over Telinda, forgetting about her for the moment as his eyes widen in stupefication as he watches this odd, miraculous thing occuring. He however retains his tight hold on Telinda's fingers, squezing more tightly as the baby appears. His mouth gapes open.

Corbyn continues spouting encouragement, encouraging the mother's skin to stretch without tearing. Suddenly the baby's head and shoulder seem to rotate, all on their own... and then suddenly there's another shoulder...and with an abrubt gush, an entire, live, tiny baby slithers into Corbyn's waiting arms.

K'laarn's mouth clamps shut for a moment, as if he'd realized its gaping appearance, then he bursts out. "Is it alright?" Then the second most important question. "What is it!" His hands excitedly tremble against Telinda's.

Telinda collapses back against the bed, completely exhausted, and beads of sweat trickling down her face, "I don't care" she mumbles, "I just want to sleep!"

Corbyn does an rapid check. Warm, pink, arms, legs, toes, fingers...and, after a quick cleaning of the face...a loud, squawking cry. He smiles broadly, and lays the baby on Telinda's belly. "Say hello to your son," he says, grinning.

Telinda blinks and peers down, chin resting on her chest as she does so, "Son?" she says, one finger extending to prod the baby, "It's real?" she asks, tone unbelieving, "He's alright? Just small?"

Avatar croons a greeting to the new one.

Corbyn smiles, and wraps a piece of towelling loosely around the babe. "You have a beautiful son... congratulations."

K'laarn beams proudly and announces loudly. "Do you hear that!" He crows, "A son!" He whoops.

Dragon> All sense that Tiarnath warbles, her tone proud and smug << She has a hatchling. I think it's a bronze. Maybe not. Maybe it's a brown. Well, it's pink at least! >>

Dragon> All sense that Rnayth bugles loudly and excitedly, his exhuberance carried over from somewhere else. << We have a Son! I .. I mean K'laarn has a son! >>

Telinda's head lolls to one side as she looks over at her weyrmate, "I'm not in the other room you know!" she remarks, "Is he alright to hold?" she asks Corbyn, "He won't be hurt or anything?"

Corbyn grins at the both of you, and shakes his head, "No, hold him...that's what he needs right now." A few handfuls of minutes later, the cleanup is essentially done. "I'll leave you three to get acquainted," he says. "Send a firelizard for me if you need to... I'll check back in the morning. But you should be fine. Don't forget to feed him..."

Telinda frowns, "Feed him?!" she asks

K'laarn sits on the bed beside Telinda, up near her head. He smiles broadly, reaching for his tiny son and touching the fragile looking cheek. "He's beautiful" He whispers, "Just like you Telinda."

Corbyn unblushingly points at one of Telinda's laden breasts. "You're son's hungry, Telinda... and you have food and nutrients he needs. I'll send one of the Aunties to come help you in a bit."

Telinda looks almost frightened to touch her son, a hand reaches out tentatively as she reaches out to touch those tiny fingers, "Why don't you hold him, K'laarn?" she suggests helpfully.

K'laarn just grins and says "Gee Telinda, you should know, you've got to let him feed from where,." And here his voice lowers as he leans toward her ear and whispers something that is probably deliciously naughty.

Corbyn grins to himself, congratulates you both, and heads out.

K'laarn nods eagerly and reaches over to hold his son, cradling him for a few moments in his arms as he does as Telinda commands. He seems confident of his hold on the little boy, not worried a bit about hurting him.

Telinda scoots back against the head of the bed a little, wincing from strained muscles, "So, we have to think of a name" she says as looks over at the 'happy couple.'

K'laarn smiles over at Telinda and offers the babe back. "Telaarn?" He says hopefully."

Telinda wrinkles her nose, "What if I wanted to call him Kayda or something else? Why should I choose that one?"

Telinda considers the baby thoughtfully, "I should hold him?" she asks, "But he's so small!"

K'laarn smiles gently "He's small, but someday he'll be as big as you and I.. comon Tel, hold him." He holds the for now, quiet infant. "I really like Telaarn because its both our names combined, just like he is. Everyone will know who's child he is."

Telinda nervously takes the baby, "But I'm afraid I'll hurt him" she murmers, peering into the towel at the tiny features. "Well, Telaarn isn't too bad."

Telinda nods, "That's true, but it's never stopped people before" she adds, gently rocking the sleeping babe.

K'laarn replies confidently "I have every faith in you Telinda, that you'll be a wonderful mother."

Telinda sighs, "We'll see, though we should think about fostering too."

K'laarn frowns slightly. "Well, maybe the lass taking care of Zaylara would like to care for Telaarn too?" He inquires cautiously.

Telinda snorts, "I'm not having the same fosterer for both of them, K'laarn. I know she's your daughter, but this" and her face softens, "is our son!"

K'laarn retorts, "She's a good lass though, and I know he's our son, but I'd like my kids to know eachother." He chews on his lips. "Think about it would you?"

Telinda mumbles under her breath