"I don't really like being rescued, really..."
Luthien: *angst*
NadiyahMun: *offers pickles*
Luthien: Are they the sweet kind?
NadiyahMun: Sure. *hides the salty kind for myself*
Luthien: *happily eats the sweet pickles* The baby likes them. *nod*
Nadiyah: *edges in* Hi.
Luthien: Hello there!
Nadiyah: Pickles?
Luthien: *offers*
Nadiyah: *nibbles suspiciously* This is a pregnant thing?
Luthien: Yeah.
Nadiyah: *nibbles some more, makes a face* It's not working...
Luthien: What do you mean?
Nadiyah: I am not liking them
Luthien: But do you WANT them?
Nadiyah: I thought maybe I am supposed to. That they taste better.
Luthien: The weird cravings aren't just for pickles.
Nadiyah: *considers that, then neatly spits out the pickle into the nearest planter* Good. What else?
Luthien: Just...foods you don't normally really eat. Or just if you reeeeally have a strong craving for something.
Nadiyah: *chewing my lip* Is something wrong if you do not...?
Luthien: No.
Nadiyah: Okay. *takes another pickle and glares at it intensely*
Luthien: You're going to burn a hole in it that way...
Nadiyah: Maybe it will taste better that way. *sidelong glance, flicking curiously from your face to your stomach and back* It is...longer, for an elf?
Luthien: *nods* Three months longer.
Nadiyah: *curiously* Even if the baby is not all elf?
Luthien: Well, Dior took a year. Niphredil was...not so long.
Nadiyah: I hear it happens. *nervous look*
Luthien: I wouldn't worry about it. Niphredil is as healthy as can be, and has grown normally since her birth.
Nadiyah: *quick smile, nodding* She is beautiful. Is it hard, seeing Beren in her? *an honest question from one who doesn't know the whole story, no hurt meant*
Luthien: It...it is, sometimes. I don't think she'll remember him when she's older. But... She has a lot of
NadiyahMun: *offers pickles*
Luthien: Are they the sweet kind?
NadiyahMun: Sure. *hides the salty kind for myself*
Luthien: *happily eats the sweet pickles* The baby likes them. *nod*
Nadiyah: *edges in* Hi.
Luthien: Hello there!
Nadiyah: Pickles?
Luthien: *offers*
Nadiyah: *nibbles suspiciously* This is a pregnant thing?
Luthien: Yeah.
Nadiyah: *nibbles some more, makes a face* It's not working...
Luthien: What do you mean?
Nadiyah: I am not liking them
Luthien: But do you WANT them?
Nadiyah: I thought maybe I am supposed to. That they taste better.
Luthien: The weird cravings aren't just for pickles.
Nadiyah: *considers that, then neatly spits out the pickle into the nearest planter* Good. What else?
Luthien: Just...foods you don't normally really eat. Or just if you reeeeally have a strong craving for something.
Nadiyah: *chewing my lip* Is something wrong if you do not...?
Luthien: No.
Nadiyah: Okay. *takes another pickle and glares at it intensely*
Luthien: You're going to burn a hole in it that way...
Nadiyah: Maybe it will taste better that way. *sidelong glance, flicking curiously from your face to your stomach and back* It is...longer, for an elf?
Luthien: *nods* Three months longer.
Nadiyah: *curiously* Even if the baby is not all elf?
Luthien: Well, Dior took a year. Niphredil was...not so long.
Nadiyah: I hear it happens. *nervous look*
Luthien: I wouldn't worry about it. Niphredil is as healthy as can be, and has grown normally since her birth.
Nadiyah: *quick smile, nodding* She is beautiful. Is it hard, seeing Beren in her? *an honest question from one who doesn't know the whole story, no hurt meant*
Luthien: It...it is, sometimes. I don't think she'll remember him when she's older. But... She has a lot of