With a legacy that's just starting out, like this one, it's hard to spend much time doing anything other than skilling. At least
my skilling is fun! I play the day away at my chess board.
Quinn, on the other hand, writes. He takes a break every once a while when he's stressed out, to practice his Charisma or call people for interviews.
I take breaks, too, but only when I really, really,
really need to throw up. I've talked to Mom on the phone about it, and she says that constant, unexplainable vomiting is a sure sign of pregnancy. Which means that I'm both excited and terrified, especially since we barely have the money to build a
room, let alone furnish a nursery!
But, as I later pointed out to my husband, what child raised by us wouldn't go on to win the Nobel Prize?
We were about to get into bed together when I got the results of the blood test from the hospital.
Don't worry, we still got into bed together. Silly things like news of impending children can hardly keep that from happening.
I take trips to the library on a regular basis to write for a little extra money. I still marvel at the low quality of technology in Dragon Valley, especially since, in my hometown, everything was so up to date and expensive! According to the friendly old lady I chatted with, technology was only introduced a generation or so ago, when humans started to settle in the valley.
While at the library, I happened to meet my (erm) . . . half-nephew and/or half-cousin, Joshua! My stepsister, Carolina, wasn't in attendance, but Mum (I've decided to stop referring to my family as
half-step-whatever, and instead just call it like it is) promised that she looks just like Blake! I take that to mean that she has normal skin.
Of course, Dad was very excited! He did a quick scan, right there at the hospital, and told me that he would have his first grandson in a few days.
The next day, everyone started sending me pictures of babies! Here's little Joshua. Treasure tells me he has her hair, even though it hasn't grown out yet.
Mum texted me a picture of my little sister, Carolina. They don't know what color her hair is, but apparently I'll be the first to find out!
"Ky? Your mum just told me that she's ten years younger than I am!"
"Yes, Quinn, we talked about this!"
I laughed as he shuffled off to the computer, and approached our guest. "Sorry about that. He's worried that I'm wasting the best years of my life on a man who will soon die."
"Yes, well, the man who will soon die is the father of my grandchild, so you'd better take good care of him!" she teased. "Now, this little boy won't be the heir for the next generation, but that doesn't matter. He feels strong."
"He
is strong," I said proudly. "We're going to have lots of kids. Tons of them. I want three, at the very least, but I want to break Great-Great-Grandma's record."
"A mighty goal indeed," she laughed. "Cassandra had eight children, with three different fathers."
"Okay, maybe not quite
break the record," I hedged, "but I want plenty of children. Enough to feed me in my old age!"
Right on cue, I went into labor.
I swear, only in Dragon Valley will a herd of wild horses gallop past your house as you give birth. This place is worse than Appaloosa Plains, for goodness' sake!
However, this circus resulted in a gorgeous baby boy who is the image of Quinn. Peder Moonstone.
Tons and tons and tons of kids.
