As Ariane buries her face against his chest, Aymeric clings desperately to her, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. His wings lower to fold about her shoulders, as though to shield her from some unknowable threat looming upon the horizon.
This should be a joyous occasion, and yet Aymeric cannot suppress the thread of worry worming through his thoughts. It was an unprecedented situation, after all. As far as he was aware, there had never been any offspring produced between humans and dragons, though that could simply be because there had never been a union between a human and dragon before!
(He still doesn't know whether Hraesvelgr and Shiva ever coupled, and the great wyrm has never once given him a straight answer.)
"I know," he says, endeavoring to keep the tremor of fear from his voice. "I didn't... think it was possible, either. There are no records of humans and dragons producing offspring..."
But Aymeric wasn't a "true" dragon, was he? He was a man, once, and a trace of human blood still flows through his veins, as it flows through the veins of all his broodlings. Would his human half breed true? Or was Ariane carrying some half-formed abomination that would not survive to term?
It was the latter thought which frightened him most of all: that whatever was growing within Ariane would prove too powerful, too unwieldy for her frail human body to contain, and thus neither would survive the ordeal.
But he can't voice those thoughts just yet, not when Ariane is still reeling from the news. He could very well be over-thinking the situation, as is his wont.
Even so, the thought of losing Ariane due to his own selfish choices is one that doesn't bear consideration. Drawing an unsteady breath, he forces those thoughts to the back of his mind, endeavoring to stay present with Ariane in this joyous moment.
"But you know, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
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Date: 2021-12-05 01:29 am (UTC)This should be a joyous occasion, and yet Aymeric cannot suppress the thread of worry worming through his thoughts. It was an unprecedented situation, after all. As far as he was aware, there had never been any offspring produced between humans and dragons, though that could simply be because there had never been a union between a human and dragon before!
(He still doesn't know whether Hraesvelgr and Shiva ever coupled, and the great wyrm has never once given him a straight answer.)
"I know," he says, endeavoring to keep the tremor of fear from his voice. "I didn't... think it was possible, either. There are no records of humans and dragons producing offspring..."
But Aymeric wasn't a "true" dragon, was he? He was a man, once, and a trace of human blood still flows through his veins, as it flows through the veins of all his broodlings. Would his human half breed true? Or was Ariane carrying some half-formed abomination that would not survive to term?
It was the latter thought which frightened him most of all: that whatever was growing within Ariane would prove too powerful, too unwieldy for her frail human body to contain, and thus neither would survive the ordeal.
But he can't voice those thoughts just yet, not when Ariane is still reeling from the news. He could very well be over-thinking the situation, as is his wont.
Even so, the thought of losing Ariane due to his own selfish choices is one that doesn't bear consideration. Drawing an unsteady breath, he forces those thoughts to the back of his mind, endeavoring to stay present with Ariane in this joyous moment.
"But you know, there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"