RP: My what is what?
Characters: Madam Rosmerta, local healer (npc)
Location: Healer’s cottage
Date: May 28, 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/Swearing
Summary: Rosie sees someone about her crying
Completion: Complete
"Excuse me?" Rosmerta was positive she heard her wrong. The healer, the same one she went to when she was sick; the same one her mother went too as well, simply shrugged and nodded. Rosie did not visit the healer's unless it was absolutely necessary and two more times she awoke to fits of tears. Yesterday morning wasn't nearly as bad as the first, but still it worried Rosie enough to see the local healer.
"Sorry, dear, but it looks like your clock is ticking and it won't take no for an answer."
"I don't want children." Right? Of course, Rosie had thought about having kids, what women didn't at least once in her life. However, she loved the life she has. The pub is doing extremely well; survive through two wars, a few dozen crazy servers. "Why now?"
Again the healer shrugged. "Any recent changes?" Rosie shook her head. Sure, her sex life was lacking most of the last year, but it picked up. "Stressed?" Another head shake. "Sleep?"
"Typical, about 6 hours a night." The healer raised an eyebrow, which told Rosie to sleep more. "I'm not working the bar as much. Spending more time experimenting with foods and brewing my own beer. Really, my life is bloody perfect."
"Well, tell that to your ovaries," the healer said. "Just be thankful it isn't menopause."
Rosie did not want to think about that; she was in excellent health and still in her sexual prime "Are you positive?"
"That your biological clock is ticking and telling you to settle down?" Rosie nodded. "Yes."
"Bloody hell." Does this mean no more twin nights?
Location: Healer’s cottage
Date: May 28, 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/Swearing
Summary: Rosie sees someone about her crying
Completion: Complete
"Excuse me?" Rosmerta was positive she heard her wrong. The healer, the same one she went to when she was sick; the same one her mother went too as well, simply shrugged and nodded. Rosie did not visit the healer's unless it was absolutely necessary and two more times she awoke to fits of tears. Yesterday morning wasn't nearly as bad as the first, but still it worried Rosie enough to see the local healer.
"Sorry, dear, but it looks like your clock is ticking and it won't take no for an answer."
"I don't want children." Right? Of course, Rosie had thought about having kids, what women didn't at least once in her life. However, she loved the life she has. The pub is doing extremely well; survive through two wars, a few dozen crazy servers. "Why now?"
Again the healer shrugged. "Any recent changes?" Rosie shook her head. Sure, her sex life was lacking most of the last year, but it picked up. "Stressed?" Another head shake. "Sleep?"
"Typical, about 6 hours a night." The healer raised an eyebrow, which told Rosie to sleep more. "I'm not working the bar as much. Spending more time experimenting with foods and brewing my own beer. Really, my life is bloody perfect."
"Well, tell that to your ovaries," the healer said. "Just be thankful it isn't menopause."
Rosie did not want to think about that; she was in excellent health and still in her sexual prime "Are you positive?"
"That your biological clock is ticking and telling you to settle down?" Rosie nodded. "Yes."
"Bloody hell." Does this mean no more twin nights?