Ariane isn't the only one hoping that his biological cycles settle down soon! Aside from the obvious physical discomfort, he still clings to the notion that he is male, and that by all rights he shouldn't have to be dealing with pregnancy in the first place. But dragons don't ascribe to the very limited notion of one's gender being dictated by a "biological sex," and there are plenty of male dragons that go through the same breeding cycles as females.
Maybe he'll become more accustomed to the idea in a few years, or maybe a decade...
His ears prick up at the sound of Ariane entering, and he turns toward the door, watching as she quickly sets aside a very familiar potted plant on the table. He reaches for Ariane as she wraps her arms around his waist, drawing close to his side. Her hair smells of carnations, as always. He presses his face briefly against the crown of her head, drinking in her familiar scent. It never fails to set his heart at ease.
He doesn't answer her question right away regarding the "blanks," as it were. This is the sort of news that should be taken sitting down, he thinks, and is grateful when Ariane suggests they do just that.
"About that..." He says, following Ariane's lead as she nudges him towards the couch. He takes a seat, carefully arranging his tail toward the side to avoid sitting on it. (It hasn't quite come as second-nature to him, not yet. But perhaps, one day.) "I first noticed symptoms around three weeks ago. My appetite had spiked dramatically, as it usually does before a clutch begins to develop. I ate well, I assure you!" he adds quickly, hoping to stave off any undue concern. "That meal should last me for at least another week, by which time I should be ready to lay these eggs..."
Gods, he can't even think about eating right now! His belly is so distended, there's no way he could make room for a decent meal, not will all these eggs crowding out his other organs. There's probably at least ten of them, his biggest clutch to date.
He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "Ariane... I have reason to believe that his clutch is viable.." Reaching forward, he rests his hand atop her own. "And I... would like you to be here with me to deliver them."
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Date: 2021-11-10 05:20 am (UTC)Maybe he'll become more accustomed to the idea in a few years, or maybe a decade...
His ears prick up at the sound of Ariane entering, and he turns toward the door, watching as she quickly sets aside a very familiar potted plant on the table. He reaches for Ariane as she wraps her arms around his waist, drawing close to his side. Her hair smells of carnations, as always. He presses his face briefly against the crown of her head, drinking in her familiar scent. It never fails to set his heart at ease.
He doesn't answer her question right away regarding the "blanks," as it were. This is the sort of news that should be taken sitting down, he thinks, and is grateful when Ariane suggests they do just that.
"About that..." He says, following Ariane's lead as she nudges him towards the couch. He takes a seat, carefully arranging his tail toward the side to avoid sitting on it. (It hasn't quite come as second-nature to him, not yet. But perhaps, one day.) "I first noticed symptoms around three weeks ago. My appetite had spiked dramatically, as it usually does before a clutch begins to develop. I ate well, I assure you!" he adds quickly, hoping to stave off any undue concern. "That meal should last me for at least another week, by which time I should be ready to lay these eggs..."
Gods, he can't even think about eating right now! His belly is so distended, there's no way he could make room for a decent meal, not will all these eggs crowding out his other organs. There's probably at least ten of them, his biggest clutch to date.
He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully. "Ariane... I have reason to believe that his clutch is viable.." Reaching forward, he rests his hand atop her own. "And I... would like you to be here with me to deliver them."