
Kashik laughed as they made their slow way towards the Opal Clan's tents. "Oh, don't you worry about when," she chuckled, twining her fingers with Khiara's. "You two just enjoy each other, and let the gods decide when we should have another addition to the family. That is the advantage to living the Drykas way, after all - if you need attention in your pregnancy, there's a bevy of aunts and cousins to look after my babe. Hell, I'm quite sure my mother would be thrilled to have the little one in her tent for a while. Besides, I will likely be a while healing after this. It'll be up to you to keep him entertained," she giggled, winking up at the Vanthan with a teasing grin.
They made their way down the streets, the people of the Horseclans making way when they learned that Kashik was on her way to birth. A few of her acquaintances stopped to give her a kiss of luck and touch a hand to her stomach in blessing, and she was always happy to stop for a moment and take a few breaths before soldiering on again.
When they finally reached the tents and she saw Vanator anxiously awaiting them, she laughed again - and though her face was a bit paler than usual, her smile came just as easily as it always had. "Husband! Are you throwing yourself into a panic when I've told you not to? It may be hours yet, no need to have poor Denen running around like crazy. Is this him?" she asked, turning jewel-bright teal eyes to the slim young man at her husband's side. "You're younger than I expected!" she laughed, though there was no disapproval in her voice - not that he could tell, but then she hadn't been told that Denen was deaf. But her grin was more teasing than anything, and she reached a hand out to his shoulder to pull him forward and lay a kiss of greeting to his cheek. "Well, this is my first, so we shall learn together, yes? Eldon and Vanator both spoke highly of you, and I'm sure between us we can figure out how to get the little bugger out. So. Wait," she said, and her face pinched as she let go Denen's shoulder and Khiara's hand in the same moment to ball her hands into fists and press them to her hips as if to keep herself from punching something. "Oh, sweet petching gods of my fathers," she hissed, doubling over a little before she began pacing back and forth in front of them. "Shyke, that's... oh, hell," she groaned, teeth clenching as she tried to walk off another contraction. "Petchpetchpetch. Where do you want me, Denen? Better tell me while I can still think," she sighed, straightening as it eased up a bit.