Weyr Life Drabbles - Prompt word #27: "Parents"
T'bor turned the bracelet over in his hands, wondering how much longer he'd be sat there waiting. He'd fed Orth, bathed and oiled him, repaired his flying straps, requisitioned some new wherhide trousers, and even arranged an impromptu drill with his wing. And still Kylara laboured, and he waited.
Eventually, he fell asleep where he sat.
Felena woke him shortly after dawn. Body aching, he asked if there was any news.
"News? Why, yes! You've a fine, healthy son, T'bor."
He sprang to his feet, kissed her, and ran stiffly towards the inner caverns.
Hear that, Orth? I'm a father!
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