Lady Captain Zâira (ex_zaira605) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-06 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | minulziran, zaira |
*hugs tea*
Who: Zaira, Minulziran
What: Zaira's snuggling a teacup in Minas Tirith after getting back. Discussions!
When: Just after getting back to Minas Tirith, so.. presentish?
Where: Minas Tirith, o'course!
Zaira: *hugs her cup of morning sickness tea like it's a life raft*
Ziran: How are you feeling?
Ziran: *dressed vastly different from how she was on the ship. Elegant noble's dress, her hair is styled to hide the eyepatch*
Zaira: *curled up in a comfy chair, wearing her usual breeches, boots, and shirt combo* .... Little better'n afore, at least....
Ziran: That's good to hear *smiles at her**sits down in a chair* Have you spoken to your Prince yet?
Zaira: *shakes her head* Will once I get me bearings back.... Jes' want t'make sure me kid ain't gonna fall out'o'me right now. *grumbles*
Ziran: Wise. *nods her head**offers more tea!*
Zaira: *takes it, gratefully* Feckin' feel like .... I'm crippled 'er somethin'.
Ziran: Just pregnant. Same thing really *laughs*
Zaira: *squints at her* Quit laughin' at me, one day this might be you, eh?
Zaira: Weren' e'er plannin' on this, ne'er thought 'e could MAKE kids, then 'e goes an'leaves me with one....
Ziran: *smiles at her* Maybe one day. Did the herbs fail you?
Zaira: *ducks her head, stares into her teacup*
Ziran: ...or did you not use herbs?
Zaira: I were maybe fergettin' t'take 'em.... *eyedarts*
Ziran: *facepalms* That would be why, then.
Zaira: 'e's gone... it don' feckin' matter. .... Feck... havin' a peice 'im now, what I werne' havin' afore.
Ziran: LEsson learned, hmm? When laying with men, as some women are wont to do...use herbs. *nods her head* And there is that, yes.
Zaira: I bitch 'bout it alot... 'cause I'm... not sure how this'll all turn out, but...
Zaira: *laughs* Y'sound like y'dont, then.
Zaira: I've 'ad me fair share o'both. *winks*
Ziran: *laughs* Whatever my choices are, I shall keep them close to my chest.
Zaira: *snorts* Yer bein' th'sneaky type. Tryin' t'be both t'e'eryone.
Zaira: *sips at her tea*
Ziran: Perhaps.
Zaira: No Perhaps. Ye don' look a feckin' think like th'woman what rescued us.
Zaira: Yer wearin' fancy... dresses... an'earbobs an'shite. *points!*
Ziran: *tosses her hair a bit, and winks with her good eye* I can't have it both ways?
Zaira: *shrugs*
Zaira: If thats th'way ye like presentin' yerself.
Ziran: It depends in part on where I am.
Zaira: ... right.
Zaira: I ne'er felt th'need t'hide who I was 'round fancy folk.
Ziran: *terse* I enjoy it.
Zaira: Do 'ye now? *eyes her*
Ziran: It is like a game to me.
Zaira: .... right. *takes another long sip at her cup*
Ziran: And I have never been fully comfortable at sea..nor have I been in court.
Zaira: Maybe ye jes' needed th'right arms t'hold ye tight while on th'ocean. *winks at her*
Ziran: *laughs*
Ziran: Is that an offer,mm?
Zaira: Mayhap I'm through with men... Might like t'try women fer a bit. *chuckles*
Zaira: Nar... no one'd want t'get too involved with a bitchy sea captain what's been knocked up atop all th'rest.
Ziran: You never know unless you try *winks*
Zaira: Maybe when I'm through throwin' up an'start eatin' things like ... pickles 'er somethin'.
Ziran: You'll need one to fetch your cravings at odd hours!
Zaira: I were hopin' that part were a lie. *scrunches her face up*
Ziran: Anything but!
Zaira: Bah.
Ziran: *laughs**reaches over and pats her belly*
Zaira: *looks down at her belly* ... still can't believe there's somethin' in there.
Ziran: Something alive. It's..scary isn't it.
Zaira: *swallows* *shakes her head* Nar.
Ziran: *kisses her hand* Get some rest, Zaira...
Zaira: *blushes, a bit*
Ziran: *strokes her hair* I'll be here.
Zaira: *curls up in bed, nods her head*
Ziran: *sits back, stretches, watches her*
Zaira: *drifts of pretty quickly*