*Morning*
**Inagua**

It was only by some miracle that she made it to the bathroom before she 
lost what little remained of her dinner.  She was, however, getting 
better at conquering these frequent attacks of nausea since she managed 
to peel herself off the floor after only ten minutes.  She rinsed out 
her mouth and got in the shower, determined to start the day at a decent 
time for once.

Inagua clambored out of the steamy shower, still feeling like she'd been 
ridden over and wraped a towel around herself, wincing as her tender 
breasts protested at the pressure.  Ignoring that discomfort as well as 
her achy head and stomach, she walked into her bedroom.

Abruptly, her head and the world started to spin in different 
directions.  She gasped as her knees hit the cold floor, one arm 
clutching her towel, the other vainly looking for something to grab 
onto.

<Inagua!> Myacura cried.

<*It's nothing... just a little dizzy...*> Inagua managed as she tried 
to regain her equilibrium.

<I'm getting you a healer, you haven't been right for days,> Mya 
informed her.

<*Mya, no!*> Inagua protested as she put her aching head on her knees 
and shivered in the cold.  <*Give me a moment and I'll be fine!*>

<Until the next time that is.  Besides its too late, I already told 
Ganis to send his rider here.  In fact,> Myacura added, slightly smug 
with her success.  <Here they come now->

<*Mya no!  I'm fine!*> Inagua said angrily, the spinning world  
beginning to slow down and stabelize

<No you're not! You've been sick and you still are, and if you aren't 
going to take care of yourself then I will!>

Inagua blinked with surprise at her usually pasive queen's vehemence.  
But that unexpected assertiveness was soon forgotten as the healer burst 
into her room and she barely had time to reposition the towel.

She looked up at them from the floor, her cheeks pink with embaressment.  
She smiled sheepishly at the healer, who was still stubbornly in 
triplicate.  "Sorry... I just tripped and Mya got a little panicky... 
I'm fine, honest."

S'lien, Ganis' rider as well as a healer, took in the scene with 
absolutely no humor.  "According to your dragon you are not and I've 
found dragons are usually much more reliable then their riders."

Inagua angrily got to her feet and managed to stay there miraculously 
enough as she glared at the two rotating S'liens, who was heading for 
her closet.

"Excuse me-" she started furiously.

S'lien poked his blond head out of the closet.  "You are going to the 
Med Center, Queenrider.  I simply thought you would prefer to do so 
decently clad.  If not, it makes no difference to me."

<You are going, Inagua.  And back up will be called if necessary,> Mya 
said, strenly, though not without sympathy.

"Fine!" Inagua said furiously, groped her way to a chair and sat down, 
closing her eyes.

A warm hand touched her face and she opened them, thankfully the world 
was still like it should be.

"Here put these on," S'lien said, putting the pile of clothes in her 
lap.  

Sighing, she threw the sweater on over the towel if only for a little 
modesty and got dressed right there.  S'lien was polite enough to turn 
away, which was a little gratifying.

"All right, lets get this over with," she said sullenly and let him lead 
her to his waiting dragon.  The took the short flight to the Med Center 
and he showed her to a room.  He gave her a quick physical, took some 
blood.

"Can I go now?" she asked as he started to leave.

"No, you're going to stay here until I get these tests back.  Try to 
rest, it certainly won't do you any harm."  And with that he left and 
shut the door firmly behind him.

<*Thanks a lot, Mya,*> she grumbled as she lay down on the bed.

<You are very welcome, love.>

Inagua sighed, curled up on her side and went back to sleep.
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NRPG: Stick any visits or whatever here.  If anyone wants to have their 
char around for this next bit, well just have them writing stepping out 
and eavesdropping or whatever.
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*Afternoon*

Inagua sat on the bed, humming to herself, practically dying of boredom 
and starting to become more then a little hungry.  She sat up straighter 
as there was a polite knock on the door seconds before it opened.

"'Lo, Kelley," Inagua offered cautiously as the healer shut the door 
behind her.  "Can I leave yet?"

"Not just yet," Kelley said with a small smile at her impatience.  "I 
have some news.."

"Good or bad?" the queenrider asked warily.

"Depends.  We have your blood test back and they only confirm what 
S'lien suspected.  Inagua, you're pregnant."

Inagua shut her eyes and sighed, leaning against the wall.  For some 
reason she really wasn't all that surprised.  Instictively, her hands 
moved to cover her already expanding belly.  Gods, a baby...  For a 
moment she wondered who the hell it was, but then decided it didn't 
matter.  A baby...

"Inagua?" Kelley said softly, laying a gently hand on her shoulder.

"Could you just leave me alone for a bit?" she asked with a meekness 
that her rich voice rarely had a chance to express.  

"Of course."

"I won't go anywhere, I promise," Inagua continued, not really 
listening.

"I know you won't.  I'll be back in a little while."  The healer gave 
her shoulder a squeeze before quietly stepping out.

<Inagua?> Mya asked, concerned at her rider's odd state of mind.

<*A baby, Mya,*> Inagua told her softly as she started to rock back and 
forth, hands around her stomach, singing a soft lullaby.  

<*A baby.*>

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