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Okay, here's my post. I would have posted as soon as I saw Tlanti's but it was 2 am and I was cranky after a guild raid in Molten Core...but I got up early (because of cramp) and decided to post as soon as I could.
I don't have any problems with Lady Valamar playing Teyla as long as Tlanti is okay with it.
Br'ezin smiled to herself, silently thankful of Beerah as she followed Raisa across the village. Each step, however, was becoming more painful than the last as tendons pulled and nerves her exposed. She grits her teeth and wrinkles her nose briefly, her only outward sign of pain. The elder Weever soon passed her and she watched as Yahnny entered the same room Raisa had ducked into.
She slowed, turned her head and waited for Beerah to catch up to her. She offers the drone a smile before she entered behind Yahnny.
The room was warm, a blessing to the battle worn Wraith. She could easily withstand the fridged weather in her revealing armor, but it didn't mean she liked to. Like all Wraith, she preferred warm moist weather with just enough humidity to keep her nose from drying out.
A sharp pang shot through her lower abdomen made her nearly double over. She places her hands on her hips and squeezed tightly; a very familiar, unwanted and inhibiting pain. She grunts and takes a seat on the nearest unoccupied bed. With a hiss, she leans forward, her head between her knees to try and see if she could push hard enough and the pain would go away.
It didn't go away, and soon spread across the top of her legs in a dull throb. She looks up at Beerah and S'qorn with a pained grin, "Menstral cramps," she explains, not wanting them to worry.
A new deliema arose in her mind; what would she do about the bleeding? She was in an alien village, and unsure if these creatures even bled every two months as Wraith females did. And Br'ezin always had a heavy flow.
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S'qorn shut his eyes and gave into sleep as Beerah carried him, swinging to and fro between wakefulness and dosing all every couple of steps. After a moment, he opens his eyes and looks over the drone's shoulder toward the center of the village. The figures of Sheppard and his team were difficult to see clearly.
With a deep inhale, he looks back to the path ahead just in time to see Br'ezin disappear into a room. He exhales, making a soft snorting sound. He opens his mouth as if to ask Beerah a question, but closes it, changing his mind. The drone probably wouldn't understand, and Br'ezin would only take his side, so he decided to ask her later.
When Beerah entered, Br'ezin had her head pressed on her knees, her arms wrapped about her stomach. His brows furrow and he squirms to be let down. Not that he was concerned, he knew exactly what she was going through. Silently he thanked whoever changed his sex, glad that he did not have to suffer through that cycle every two months.
He manages to wriggle out of Beerah's hold and sit next to Br'ezin; wary, since mentrating females were exceedingly dangerous."These Weevers are sure to have something for the pain," he says with a smile, and Br'ezin only replies with a rumbling growl, her muscles tensing as another throb of pain shot from her lower abdomen down to her knees.
"I certainly hope so," she groans.
S'qorn holds back a laugh, knowing what she was going through and knowing better. She probably would smack him a good one if he so much as snorted the wrong way, no matter how she felt or how bad off he was. So he kept quiet and kept his grin to minimum.
"You know," Br'ezin grunts, "that human of yours should come visit you to make sure you're alright. You'll know he really cares for you if he does that."
"It won't mean he cares," S'qorn replies, his mood taking a sudden swing from amused to depressed in a matter of seconds.
"Y..yes, it will," she hisses, looking up at the slender, feminine Wraith next to her.
"Teyla will make him do it, and he will only to make her happy."
Br'ezin sighes and clenches her fists briefly, trying to do something to distract herself from the next wave of pain. This was the only time she ever willingly showed outward signs of discomfort. "Do you think these creatures will have anything to soak up the blood and keep it from staining my pants?" she asks, changing the subject when she notices S'qorn's mood slump. She didn't want him any more upset, since she knew he was capable of hurting himself.
Blinking, S'qorn looks at Br'ezin when she suddenly asks a completely different question. He was caught off guard and drew a blank for a moment. "Um...I'm sure they do. If not they will probably can come up with something."
With a smile, Br'ezin nods, glad she prevented S'qorn from going back into depression. "Beerah," she says, looking over to the drone. "Would you like to join us invalids while we wait?"