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Harper's Tale - Monday, February 18, 2002, 10:57 PM
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The Flying Mug
The interior of the Flying Mug at first looks innocuous enough, but closer inspection reveals the scars and marks of a much-frequented bar. The tables all match each other, except for the wobbly leg on that one, and the big scar on this one, and the complex patterns of mug-rings on those, and that sleeping Crafter at the one in the corner... The chairs have many of the same problems, except they look much less used. The ceiling of the Flying Mug has been painted to resemble the sky over Ista. The painter must have been incredibly talented too, because he even knew how to make his paintings of dragons look like they were moving. Oh, wait, those are just firelizards. Nevermind. The walls, too, have been painted: small scenes of Pernese life intermingle with portraits and caricatures of famous Mug patrons.

High in the rafters are twenty-three firelizards.
You see Tristan, Tippy, Crimson, Waldo, and Tristrian here.
Hynolonie, Hyetheld, and Melantha are here.
Obvious exits:
Dining Hall Great Hall
You stand in the rather rambunctious Flying Mug.

Melantha stretches her legs and stands up slowly quickly finnishing her drink. Smiling at her companions she states "Well It' sbeen a pleasure, but I have a friend to met" she quickly corrects herself .."should have met some time ago."

Hyetheld bids Melantha goodbye with, "We'll have to drink together again sometime after we're both not allowed!"

Melantha laughs musically "You betcha" she grins wickedly "and a few times before... I hope"

Hyetheld nods. "See you around."

Hynolonie shrugs a little. "Eh.. She's yeah tall and has brown wavey hair and brown eyes. that discription doesn't do her justice. I.. I'm not much on the physically descriptions, but.. well.. Liesana's kind looking?" She raises an eyebrow and shrugs, having not seen that the very woman she's talking about has just slipped in from the great hall. She sips at her juice a little and shrugs to Hyetheld. "I dunno." She ignores the not allowed portion. See? She was a good appy.

Melantha waves and with a tapping of her boots and a quick wave to the newcomer.. she disappears off down the room.

Liesana strolls in on the heels of the parting conversations. "Not allowed to drink?" queries the Journeywoman. "And I hear my name... Doing a little recruiting are we, Lonie?" twinkles the young woman, sneaking up behind her mentee with a grin.

You notice Hyetheld gazing upon your form.

Melantha goes home.

Hyetheld notes the 'brown wavey hair and brown eyes' and what the woman has to say, and assumes this must be the person in question. "Hello," she says, trying not to sound drunk. "I'm Hyetheld. She's just been telling me about you."

Mirella walks in from the great hall.

Hynolonie presents her glass to Liesana with a brilliant little smile. There. The journeyman could investigate what Lonie has been doing, and find her guiltless. "Perhaps a little. Its mostly my own devotion to the craft that has caught Hyetheld's attention." What was that about not being wordy or good with descriptions? *cough* she waves to Melantha as she leaves before looking back to Liesana.

Mirella blinks, entering in from the hall. Glancing around, she waves towards Liesana, pausing at the bar to get something to drink before she heads anywhere.

Liesana's eyes twinkle as she offers a hand to Hyetheld. "Well met, Hyetheld, and if Lonie's been talking about me, let me just qualify things by saying that I'm innocent until proven guilty," she teases, before giving Hynolonie's choice of beverage an approving nod. "And setting a good example is always beneficial," she agrees to her mentee. "Must say you're a far better ambassador for the Craft than I was at your age. Mirella!" she waves over her rather heavily pregnant friend. "Come join us and take a load off."

Mirella grins, picking up the drink and heading towards her friend, "Hey, Lies." She takes an empty seat at the table, taking a sip of the drink and not interrupting the conversation.

Hyetheld surreptitiously pushes her drink a bit farther from her. "I've been interested in the harpercraft for some time," she says in amendment to what Lonie has said. "I've had some issues with it for a while, but Hynolonie's gotten me interested again. I'm sure if you put in a good word, I'll be completely convinced."

"Issues?" inquires Liesana with polite interest. "Anything you care to share? I'd certainly like to ensure that my Craft is seen in the best possible light, so please, what would you like to hear about?" While waiting for a reply, she tugs at the sleeve of a passing barman, and orders a drink in a quiet tone. "How do things develop, Mir?" she inquires of the 'phincrafter, multitasking the conversations with a Harper's ease.

Mirella shrugs, "Rowainne is going through supplies for the past six months, but nothing appears to be amiss. That might mean somthing as well." She shifts in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position, "I'd like to start work on making Windcrest a waystation soon though with room for other crafts to work there.

Hyetheld clears her throat embarrassedly. "Just personal issues. I was afraid harpercraft would remind me too much of certain people I'd rather not be reminded of from home. As for what I'd like to hear.... well.... is it hard work? And how much free time is there as an apprentice?" She looks wistfully at her drink, but decides she'd better not touch it again -- not realizing how strong the smell of it must be on her breath.

Hynolonie sips her juice again, as some sort of reflex. She steals a glance at Liesana before answering Hyetheld's last question with a bit of her own answer. "generally.. You get more freedom than you deserve and less freedom than you want." translation, just enough to get introuble. "I have one of the strangest apprentice schedules imaginable, but I still manage to do all my studies mainly by self motivation." Well, that and the thought that Liesana.. or Mum would be disappointed in her. She wrinkles her nose. "but, I am given the opportunity to travel between my home at Smith Craft Hall and the Harper Hall here at Ista at least once a sevenday, all by myself." she sips more of her approved juice.

Liesana never let apprentice rules keep her from wine in her wayward youth, and is hardly hypocritical enough to comment on esters on the breath of others. So she just nods along at the explanations, adding in that "Hynolonie's schedule is a little different from the norm, but that's because, for one thing, her mentor is posted out from Main Hall, but close enough to commute now and again. And also because I freely admit to being one of the more unorthodox mentors. If you follow the pattern /I/ took as an apprentice, you'll stay at Main Hall the whole time, but as you grow more advanced, you might find yourself taking trips off island with a mentor or a ranker in your specialty. As for free time... I always found enough to get into trouble, myself." Shining example that she is. A nod to Mirella and a smile. "I'll have to train one of your people in forensic archiving... makes it easier to spot things. But I actually meant, how's the baby doing?"

Mathis swaggers casually in from the great hall.

"Well, I'm almost convinced," Hyetheld says decidedly. And it's true: she's actually beginning to think along the lines of 'I want to be a harper' rather than 'Anything's better than nothing.' She smiles. "Thank you both for your advice."

Opening her mouth to answer Liesana's second question, Mirella bites down on her lip grabbing hold of the table suddenly and forgetting the glass that was in her hand, which subsequently hits the floor. After a couple of seconds, she glances up, blinking back tears, swallowing, and replies softly "I'm not sure how the baby is, but that...hurt."

Hynolonie wrinkles her brow at Hyetheld before staring straight out at Mirella for amoment. Was that.. pain on the woman's face? She pales for a moment looking back to Liesana then to the newcomer.. Hyetheld and blinks back at Mirella. this.. would be interesting, if it was what she thought it was.

"Oh, no problem at all..." smiles Liesana at Hyetheld. "That's what Harpers are best... Mirella?" Her expression shifts abruptly from joviality to concern. "Mirella? Was that a... contraction? Should I get a Healer? A pillow? A cork?" Yes, definitely concern. Runnerbeasts and felines are quite a bit different from people, after all.

Hyetheld lets out a great yawn. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't realize I was so tired." Drunk is more like it. "I'll just get in the way if I stick around here." She looks at Mirella with concern. "I hope you're all right," she adds as she gets up somewhat blearily from her stool. "Thanks again," she says to Hynolonie and Liesana. "Goodnight..."

Hyetheld has disconnected.
Hyetheld exits dramatically.

Mirella blinks, taking a deep breath, "Healer hall might be good. That hurt worse than when I shipwrecked into the cliffs...

Yumi walks in from the great hall.
Yumi walks through a door into the great hall.

Liesana nods, and deftly stands to offer what assistance and support she can. "Healer Hall, right... Lonie, you can come or go, as you wish. Now... Mirella.. Let's get you up on your feet first, eh?" she comments, briskly near-babbling. She attempts humour. "You know, that much pain doesn't make me look at all forward to having one of these myself someday. Think we should find a way to let the guys bear the kiddies?"

Mirella half laughs, as accepts Liesana's help getting up. The laughs stops, as another wave of pain hits her body, and she grabs for the table again. Through clench teeth, she retorts, "Find me a male that could stomach this without griping, and maybe?" She waits for the pain to subside some before glancing back up at Liesana, "I think I'm going to track Chad down and kill him when this is done...

Liesana offers a shoulder, and makes to move towards the door. "You know, I may have never taken formal Herder training, but I think I might still remember the basics of gelding..." she allows, with a questionable arch of her eyebrow, still trying for laughter. Laughter is supposed to be the best medicine, right. But still, she angles for the door. "But yeah... the Infirmary's just across the way. Can you make it? Want me to call in some big, strons Guard or something?"

Javere walks in from the great hall.
Javere leaves the noisy Mug for the dining hall.
Mathis goes home.
Javere walks in from the dining hall, closing the door behind her to prevent the Mug's noise from spilling into the dining hall.

Mirella leans on Liesana's shoulder, laughing a little with tears falling down her face, "I think I can walk, or I hope at least. I mean I walked away from two wrecks, this can't be any worse..." She blinks, looking at her friend, "Right?

"You're asking me?" queries Liesana with concerned laugh. "I've never done this before either." Still, she seems to be coping, leading her possibly-labouring friend away carefully, with a nod for fellow Harpers as she heads out.

**TRAVEL SPAM**

Hold Infirmary and Healer Hall
With a faint smell of redwort, the room is astonishingly clean, even for an infirmary. Recently made tapestries cover the outer wall of the cavern, protecting the patients from the weather outside. Shelves line two of the walls, with healing supplies neatly placed on the labeled slots. Cabinets are above them, where herbs and medicines are stored, a few with locks that only masters have access to. Cots line the remaining wall, with sheets that can be pulled around the bed for privacy or surgery. Glows are fastened everywhere, giving this room an intense brightness.
You see Master Maladi, Melanie, Infirmary Cabinet, and Sign - List of Cabinet Contents here.
You notice Linnelei asleep here.
Miralwyn, Hytiaf, and Mirella are here.
Obvious exits:
Healer Passage

Mirella is led in by Liesana.
Hynolonie walks in from the Healer Passage.

Hynolonie wrinkles her brow and gathers up anything that Liesana or Mirella left at the bar before following the two women over out of the room and towards the infirmary. There was no way she was going to miss this. "I can lend a shoulder, if you'd like a little more balance?" she smiles. she's strong, but not able to support a human.. in labor.

Mirella blinks, sniffing, "You're the harper, I thought you guys knew everything." The last word is noted with a higher pitch to the tones of her voice, as her muscles stiffen and bites down on her lip to keep from crying out.

Miralwyn turns eagerly from her stocking of supply cabinets at the sound of footsteps and voices. Someone with a nice paranoid psychosis? Please? Or... not. She turns. "Journeywoman Hytiaf...?" she queries uncertainly.

Hytiaf raises an eyebrow before turning to Miralwyn. She had been lost in thought, staring at a piece of hide and Miralwyn heard the people coming before she did. She wrinkles her nose, now paying attention as the small group enters. "Can.. I help you all?" Not that it wasn't fairly obvious what the woman needed, it would just be a good question to find out about any complications that might be occuring.

Liesana laughs. "No... we only pretend to. But, here are the experts in your case, I think." Now in the infirmary, the Harper gives her mentee a nod of agreement, and then... stands there, perhaps looking a trace foolish, and just a tad wary. Liesana doesn't like Infirmaries. Nope. She glances about, spotting the apprentice and giving her a brief nod before continuing her visual quest, settling on Hytiaf with a relieved look. "Ah, Weyrhealer, how is 'mated life treating you..?" she inquires with her usual whiff of small talk, before shaking her head and getting to the point. "Ah, my friend, Master Dolphineer Mirella... ah, we think she's in, ah labour."

Mirella takes a deep breath, before retorting towards her friend, "I don't think, I'm fairly certain...

"That too." amends Liesana, bowing to the commands of the pregnant lady, and still fidgeting uncomfortably.

Hytiaf takes a deep breath and examines the little healer in the back of the group for a moment, the silent one and raises an eyebrow. She then turns to Miralwyn and smiles. "So.. have you delivered a baby before?" She grins a little brighter and gives the girl a light shove towards the sink and redwort. "Why don't you clean up and take lead on this. I'll be right here to watch over everything." She smiles and looks over at the harper journeywoman and the dolphineer. "Why don't we get her into the birthing cot, and we'll start preping her. Has her water broken yet?"

Mirella shakes her head slightly, keeping a hold of Liesana for support as she follows where they want her to go, "No, until recent months I was pretty much under the impression I wouldn't be having children...

Miralwyn trails behind Hytiaf like an attentive pet until the light shove sets her in motion. The Good Little Apprentice immediately sets about doing a good high scrub of her arms and hands, and then inconspicuously putting together a tray of supplies needed.

Liesana continues to support Mirella's pacing, directing them both towards the birthing cot. "Ummm, I'm not sure?" replies the Harper, with regards to the waters question. "She just suddenly yelped right in the middle of a conversation."

Hytiaf laughs a little as she helps Liesana lead Mirella to the strange cot, slightly angled downward with stirrups to put her feet into. She wrinkles her nose and explains more. "When a woman's water breaks, its sort of like it sounds. All the liquid that surrounds the babe inutero comes pouring out the birth canal. She doesn't seem to be wet though, so, it may be a while till she actually gives birth. Miralwyn? Did you want to clean her up a little and check to see how dialiated she is?"

Mirella blinks as she is helped into the weird contraption, still a bit wary of everything going. She reaches to hold onto the sheets, knuckles turning slightly white as anothe wave of pain rips through her body again. She closes her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks as she tries to swallow a cry.

Miralwyn gives a nod, grey eyes taking in the scene with a calm interest. Despite Midwifery really not being on her list of intended specialties, it's still Healing. And therefore Wyn must learn to master it perfectly. It's a Wyn thing. Placing the tray of sterilized supplies on a table near the birthing cot, she nods, and offers Mirella one of the horrid-yet-effective Infirmary gowns. "If you'll let me assist you in changing into this, I'll do an internal check as Hytiaf was saying. It's not painful at all, and will let us know how soon we can get all this nonsense over with," she murmurs, quietly reassuring.

Mirella blinks at Miralwyn, taking a deep breath, or trying to. She slowly nods, still uncertain of everything going around, "Ok...

"Oh, like a runnerbeast then," Is Liesana's blithe comment about waters breaking. This is familiar. Familiar is good. But Mirella's pain coon causes her to focus on her friend instead. She switches her grip from Mirella's elbow to her hand, her free one patting at her friend's reassuringly.

Miralwyn deftly assists Mirella in donning the infirmary gown, and then neatly folds the 'phincrafter's normal garb, handing it off to yet another one of the infinite supply of apprentices around Healer Hall as she moves to the foot of the cot. "I will just wait for your next contraction to take a quick peek," she informs the air.

Mirella sighs, glancing between the four there, trying to keep a cheerful out look that Liesana had started, "Well, at least Toxi'll get his wish of me staying put for a while

Hytiaf nods for a moment and steps back, going to the sink to scour and redwort herself, should Miralwyn need her to step in at somepoint.
Hytiaf * slips into a more supervising role...

Liesana gives Mirella a reassuring grin, and a squeeze of her hand. "There's the spirit... look on the bright side of things. Although I've said it before and I'll say it again... It's a pity you and Toxi are just friends. You flat out admitted that he looks good both in and out of a wetsuit." she teases, aiming to distract.

Miralwyn waits... And on the next contraction runs a quick internal check, reporting that "Well, the water is still intact, but she's almost fully dialated. About three and a half inches." she informs Hytiaf. "Do we break the water ourselves, or should we wait?" she inquires.

Mirella sniffs and laughs after the next contraction dies down, loosening her grip on Liesana's hand. Wouldn't do to break your friend's hand, right? She replies bemused, "That is all the hall needs is the two of us hooking up. Not that he's noticed me that way or anything.

Hytiaf shakes her head a little. "My dear.. you never want to break a woman's water. These could merely be false labor and the child may not be ready to come out. Forcing a birth like that could horribly damage the child." She sighs and lightly pats Mirella's hand even though she's distracted at the moment. "the key to childbirth is always patience."

Liesana grins. "Oh, c'mon. Don't put your Craft's sanity ahead of your personal life," she chides, quickly substituting her other hand as a squeeze toy. "From what I've seen, they're teetering on the edge anyways. And I bet you could make him notice..." Ugh, is Liesana developing a matchmaking streak? She discreetly tunes out the Healer-talk.

Miralwyn nods at Hytiaf, although her brown furrows in thought. Still, she gives a pat to Mirella's knee as she draws back. "Huh. I had just been reading something about that, but admittedly it was on high risk deliveries, so that probably doesn't apply." she admits. Her ears prick slightly at the mention of 'sanity' from the Harper, and then subsides when she realizes it's a joke.
brown/brow

Mirella sighs, shaking her head, "I wouldn't want to lose our friendship, and I'm half the reason the insanity is there." She clenches down, squeezing Liesana's hand. A fairly distinctive wet sound is heard shortly after this contraction starts, along wtih an upset tone from Mirella, "Shards I'm going to kill that tunnelsnake jerk when I find him!"

Liesana muffles a yelp at the sudden pressure, although she does quip through gritted teeth that "I think I might need to see a bonehealer after this..." She clings determinedly to her friend's hand, soothing that "Of course, and I'll help you, if you want. Got any older brothers you can throw at him... OWwww!"

"Ah!" exclaims Miralwyn with a tone of satisfaction as the water breaks, even if it caused her to go skating backwards a good two feet from where she'd been busy prepping with redwort and towels. "There's the water now." A glance at Hytiaf for reassurance, and the apprentice moves to take Mirella's other hand. "All right, with the water broken, and your cervix fully dialated, you will begin to feel an urge to push..." she begins to explain. "On each contraction, I want you to hold your breath while you bear down for a count of ten, and then pant the rest of the way through it. Try to push with your whole body." she coaches, unsure of just how much help the Harper will be for encouragement.

Mirella closes her eyes, releasing the pressure on her friend's hand. "I'm sorry, Lies," is softly mumbled as she nods toward Miralwyn, "I'll try? I swear I'll take shipwrecking to this any day

"It's quite all right, Mirs," reassures Liesana hastily. "I'm just whining. You are probably hurting a lot more than a few bruised fingers are giving me. Clamp on, by all means." She glances over at the two Healers, inquiring with an arched eyebrow "Is this going to be much longer? Is there anything you can do to make it hurt less for her? Should I be doing anything?"

Hytiaf nods reassuringly at Miralwyn before patting her on the shoulder. The pregnancy was progressing well and Miralwyn was coping well as well. She takes a step back to eye Hynolonie for a moment before returning to looking over Miralwyn's shoulder.

Great, a nervous twit of a friend, is Miralwyn's private thought, fortunately not shared. She smiles quickly at Hytiaf, then glances up at the Harper Journeywoman, reassuring her in turn that "It shouldn't be much longer now, and you're doing just fine, talkiing and being there as a hand to hold is a great psychological benefit. And the mind plays a huge role on the ways of the body." A half-mark if you can guess Wyn's specialty. "As for drugs... one has to be careful using them on pregnant women. She's doing just fine on her own, so we won't use them if we don't have to." She returns to watching and waiting, hands lightly running over Mirella's abdomen to check the position of the baby. "All right, Mirella, push /now/."

Mirella bears down with the new contraction, holding onto Lies's hand. She squeezes her eyes shut, not so much as thinking that is going to help with the pushing, but wanting to shut the pain out, "I swear I am never going near a man again after this!"

Liesana's own grip tightens, whether in sympathy, support, or some combination of the two. "I don't blame you." she seconds. "But just think... you're going to have a kid in a few minutes..." she coaxes. "If you can just push like the Healer says. Thought..." A muttered 'Sharditithurts' "Ah, thought of any names yet?"

"Good, good," Encourages Miralwyn, making another quick check of progress. "Yes, I can see the head... your child is 'crowning' now. Next contraction, one long, hard push, and keep it up until I say 'stop'. And then you must stop immediately, so I can check to make sure the cord is not around the neck."

Mirella blinks, doing the breathing trick that Miralwyn suggested, tears sliding down her cheeks, "Shilah after my mom if it's a girl...Xinon if it's a boy." She swallows, waiting for the next contraction to hit, "What do you think?

Hytiaf * must go for now. Please feel free to RP that I'm there till after everything's done, then she'll take Lonie by the hand, and lead her out of the room to talk to her.
Miralwyn *nods.

Liesana produces a respectably clean handkerchief, and moves to blot tears and sweat away, one hand still firmly being mashed by Mirella's "They sound like excellent names." she approves. "Xinon... it's got quite a good ring to it."

Mirella sighs, blinking at her, "I thought it was kind of nice, close to naming a child after Toxi as I could get without him knowing.

Miralwyn makes no comment on names, or indeed pays no attention to anything outside of the immediate task of getting little Shilah or Xinon safely into Pern. The head crowns, begins to emerge, and Wyn clips out a quick and sharp "Stop!", one hand moving to check... Nope, no cord." She glances back at Hytiaf for reassurance before nodding. "Yes, very well, looking good. Just a couple good pushes more, as hard as you can, and we'll have your child out here for you to coo over."

Mirella cries out, resisting the urge to push when the healer says stop. This is not fair, Chad should be going through this torture as well. She holds her breath, trying to picture anything other than how much pain she is. Hearing that there is so far nothing wrong with the baby, she lets out a sigh of relief, followed by a yelp as another contraction hits and she bears down, trying to remember to breath.

Liesana tenses and relaxes in concert with Mirella's contractions, nodding. "It's a fine name." she repeats, before tensing at the Healer's barked order. She relaxes as it is rescinded, only to tense again at her friend's yelp. "There, breathe in and out... like she said... The baby's almost here."

Mirella blinks up at her friend, shaking her head, "I am breathing, it just hurts. The side of a cliff in a storm didn't hurt this much." The last part is punctuated with sniffles and a deep breath as the contraction eases for the moment.

Miralwyn watches as the head emerges, swiftly stepping in with her redwort-stained hands to rotate the infant's shoulders and guide them out into the world. "There..." she sighs with relief, cradling the baby briefly, and administering a light smack on his bottom, a healthy set of lungs demontrating the infant is alive and well. "Congratulations." she announces. "You are now the proud mother of a fine healthy boy." She and another apprentice now work at clamping off the cord, and cleaning off the rather disgusting goo that covers new arrivals to Pern, a few brief moments later, presenting a clean baby boy, still squalling and wrapped in warm blankets, to his mother. "There's still the afterbirth to come, but there you go."

"Ohhhh, Mir, look at him!" coo's Liesana, acting like a complete female for once. "Hasn't he just got the most darling nose?" She continues to burble. "Hum... Do you suppose this would be worthy of a drum message?"

Mirella blinks, sniffing and looking at the baby just put in her arms, just blinking, "He's...small." She glances up at Liesana, "I'm not sure?" She glances back at the baby, "Hello, Xinon." Somewhere in the midst of this, the afterbirth comment is missed.

Just as well... The afterbirth is... icky, and quite pointedly reminds Miralwyn of why she is /not/ intending to become a Midwife. Gathered in another towel, and bundled up for incineration, she clears away the rest of the towels, and lowers the stirrups. "Well now, we'll keep you in the Infirmary overnight for observation, but I'd say that went pretty smoothly for a first birth. Let me know when you feel ready to shift to a proper cot, with assistance and all." That said, the Healer scuttles off to wash her hands and the instruments to a pristine perfection once again.

Mirella softly grins, cooing over the little bundle in her arms, "I can't believe he is so small." She carefully shifts, wincing in pain as she does, "I'm ready to move anytime, as long as it makes the pain go away.

Liesana laughs at the comment about size. "From what I've heard, they generally are." she notes gently. "And if you're ready to move, I'll offer my shoulder again." she moves to help her friend shift to a cot, glancing at the Healer lass for confirmation.

Miralwyn returns, in time to catch the wince. "You /will/ be feeling quite sore for the next day to sevenday. It will pass, but really, you've just gone and shoved something the size of a watermelon out a gap the size of a cantaloupe, so it /will/ ache. Once you are settled, I'll see about getting you some willowsalic in an infusion or something else. I'll refer you to one of the journeymen, as my knowledge is sketchy on that point." She, also, moves over to help relocate woman and child. "That empty cot, just across the way." she decrees, already beginning to help Mirella rise.

Mirella glances at the baby in her arms, afraid to move for a moment, "Can we set him somewhere safe first? I don't want to drop him..." Baby dolphins, she's not afraid, her baby, well...

Another of the apprentice shows up, her arms outsrtetched. "Just let me take him for you, Ma'am." she coaxes easily. "We'll get him all set up in a little wicker bassinet, and have him right beside your cotside. But you really ought to nurse him as soon as possible, the little lamb."

Miralwyn relaxes slughtly as another of the Healers appears to resolve the problem. Efficient bunch, here. "I'm sure you'll do just fine with him. But let's get you to a proper cot first, eh? No good fainting on your first day as a mother, eh?"

Mirella lets the baby go, reluctantly, and then accepts the help of Wyn and Lies to get out of the birthing bed and over to the cot. She half laughs at the comment, wincing as she does, "That would be a bad first start, huh?

Liesana grins at her friend, and gesture at Wyn and the other apprentice. "What they said." she twinkles, before deftly taking an elbow again, and guiding Mirella to the cot. "Hmmm, no, probably not. So let's not chance it. Want me to rustle up some extra pillows or something?

Miralwyn sees that 'her' patient is properly settled, noting to Liesana that "I can get some extra pillows and blankets, if you think it's called for... But, let's see here. If you're doing fine, I've got to take my leave of you, and leave you in Weyrhealer Hytiaf's quite capable handling."

Mirella blinks as she shifts to the cot, exhausted from the movement between the two beds, "I think I'm fine." She reaches for her son, wanting to have him near as possible.

Liesana takes the infant back from the hovering apprentice, and hands him to his mother with a smile. "I'm going to have to scat as well... Harper Hall waits for no man, it seems. But is there anyone you want me to send for? Anything you want sent over?"

"There... easy does is..." directs Miralwyn throughout the switch in places. "There. Now, please call me if you need me. Or any other Healer for that matter. Understood? And there's always at least one smeone on Infirmary duty.

Mirella shakes her head, looking at the baby, "I can send the flits or an apprentice over to the hall and let them know I'm here. See you tomorrow?

Liesana grins. "Try and keep me away!" she teases, heading out the door. "Congratulations on a great job, and a cute little addition to Dolphin Hall."

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