Woe is Pregnant Women!
From FiranMUX
Anarinuell: Palace District -- The Bath House -- Rotunda
Adonia steps out of the men's bath...well... waddles out. Her auburn hair hangs damply around her face in curls on her cheek as she wriggles a bit in her silks which certainly weren't made for a pregnant whore...whore yes, pregnant no.
Ladonna steps into the bath house just as Adonia seems to be leaving. She ponders for a few minutes, staring at the women's side, and scowls. "I just /took/ a bath," she tells her guards, digging her hands into her pouch anyway. "But I suppose if there isn't anything else to do..." The pretty actress pauses and glances up at the pregnant whore coming from the men's side and tilts her head at the tall woman curiously. *Firan*
Adonia lifts a hand to brush back some of the loose hair from her face, a flicker of something in her face when she sees the other woman. "Ladonna! You're Ladonna aren't you? I'm Adonia, Evia and Rish..ah.. Rose's friend." *Firan*
Ladonna stops mid-step as this woman ...whoever she is... calls out her /name/. Blue eyes widen and Ladonna looks from one of her guards to the other, whirls around, then instantly relaxes upon hearing Adonia's name and her friends. "...I had no idea ..you'd know me on sight," she explains, trying to pardon her reaction. "Um. A.. Adonia -- oh, that's right. The really tall... dancer, isn't it?" *Firan*
"Yeah...that's me. We met once before," Adonia's brows furrow, "...but I can't remember when. I just remember your face. But you're a dancer too aren't you? Or a singer? Or something. Right?"
Ladonna tilts her head to the side, dark black hair tumbling over her pale, pale shoulder and into her white face. "We have?" she inquires. "I hadn't realized we've met.. I'm sorry. And, uh," Ladonna takes a slight step back, away from the whore, "I'm an actress. Different from what you do." Really. *Firan*
Adonia beams back happily as she bobs her head up and down in a nod, "An actress, that's what it was. Is it a lot of fun?" she chirps, barely seeming to have space for breathing, "Oh, I'm also a Dove girl now, but I'm still a dancer. I just dance at the Dove, but I also dance at some Lord's parties and things like that. It's a lot of fun, but I can't dance at the moment because the baby might fall out early." *Firan*
"Is that true?!" Ladonna asks, clutching her own blossoming belly. "They can fall out.. early?! When is early? When are they SUPPOSED to come? Is there a 'late'?! Oh my Eesha, what if my baby is stupid and forgets to come out?" The actress disregards everything else Adonia says and glances toward the exit desperately, "Mer Harror'll be furious, I bet!"
Message to Solan:
>> I PROMISE NOT TO DANCE AND LET THE BABY FALL OUT EARLY,
>> PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME.
Ladonna hurriedly tells a messenger, "I PROMISE NOT TO DANCE AND LET THE BABY FALL OUT EARLY, PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT ME!" in a voice that's completely overhearable. *Firan*
Adonia's eyes widen, "I dunno!" she squeals, "I dunno how it works! The mer the other day said I had like two MORE months, TWO!" She gives Ladonna a horrified look. "It's already been like....like..." she holds up her fingers and counts off, "Four...or five...well, a LONG time." *Firan*
Oh, god. Stupid meets stupid -- or so it seems. Ladonna's eyes well with tears and she launches herself into Adonia's arms (bellies crashing, presumedly). "Months?! Long times?!! This is torture, do you know that!? /Torture/. And ever since I got all fat and /hideous/ Mer Harror doesn't even /talk/ to me!" WOE! and SOB! "Two more months? That's /forever/, Adonia! Foreverandever. ...d'ya know who yours belongs to? you should punch him in the gut! I know I will."
The messenger whispers to you, "Mer Solan Harror said to tell you, at Firan time: 11:49:52 AM on Thu Jan 04, in the year 40 A.U.: Er...where did that come from? Did you see someone dancing whose baby fell out?"
Message to Solan:
>> ADONIA SAID IT WOULD HAPPEN AND I AM AFRAID, MER HARROR!
And to the messenger... "ADONIA SAID IT WOULD HAPPEN AND I AM AFRAID, MER HARROR!"
Adonia opens her arm to Ladonna as if she were her very best friend in the world and hugs as best she can with the two of them reaching over their bellies, "It's okay! We'll be okay! Two more months.....Gah!" She promptly bursts into tears too at the thought, "And I get no work when I'm all fat like a ...like a MELON." She shakes her head, tossing damp droplets about, "I DUNNO WHOSE IT IS!" she wails... "What about you?" comes the faint sniffle *Firan*
The messenger whispers to you, "Mer Solan Harror said to tell you, at Firan time: 11:56:40 AM on Thu Jan 04, in the year 40 A.U.: Well, in that case, I would avoid the dancing. And falling off horses."
If Adonia can cry, Ladonna can cry too! Sobs! tears! emosadnessofterror! "'Course I know! It's my stupid husband, Mer Harror! Stupid stupid face with his ... FACE. He locked me in the temple of Eesha and wouldn't," SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFF, "let me out til YOU KNOW and then I started wanting lamb stew and and and!" Good grief. The actress' blue eyes, now reddened with the terrible tears of sadness, shimmer. She pulls away just slightly, squeaks back a sob, and shakes her head, black curls fluttering around prettily, "I'm just ugly now. Ugly as /sin/. I look like a Kraken! I think. I donno what a Kraken looks like."
Adonia's tears don't quite match up to emosadnessofterror more like childbeingbullied sobs as she pulls back, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. "It's...it's just not FAIR!" she wails and then pauses, suddenly curious, "I dunno what a Kraken looks like either." *Firan*
Ladonna stares at Adonia blankly for a little while and purses her lips, "I think it's ugly," she decides with a shrug, tears instantly drying up. Ladonna releases her grip on Adonia and takes a properish step back. Achem. She fusses with her hair a minute then cocks her head to the side and asks, "Why'sit not fair? Aren't you a Dove? Isn't that... you know. Part of the job?" *Firan*
Adonia ohs, pouting slightly with a quizzical look on her face. She gives another sniffle for good measure and sighs, "It..it's just Vixy and Evia's babies went away again. They only came to visit for a little while I think. I dunno how it works really. Why did mine decide to stay for good...maybe it will still go away, but then it's just wasting my time and I'll be mad at it." *Firan*
"You have to give it away anyway," Ladonna replies matter-of-factly. "But it's good that you didn't get ..." the girl lowers her voice, as if sharing the biggest secret ever shared, "get rid of it or anything. Eesha gets angry." Ladonna returns to a normal tone, "You have to be really careful when you're blessed, that's what people told me. Did you know that?'
Adonia bobs her head up and down, "I did know that! Wlyma and Vix told me so. I know I have to give it away, it's going to my sister Tazra, cause she lost her babies in a fire. So I have to be really good and not make the baby sick or be sick, or, you know.." She shifts from foot to foot, "Hey, my feet are sore. Do you want to go for a drink? I'll buy!" *Firan*
"Yours too?!" Amazing! Ladonna does shake her head a little, "No need to buy, my ...Mer Harror? He's a vin.. a wine maker. If you follow me and don't mind some snow, we can just go up to the villa!"
Adonia grins impishly, "Your husband makes wine! Oh, so lucky! Sure, I'll come." She pulls her vibrant red cloak around her shoulders and waddles on after Ladonna *Firan*
East of Anarinuell: Villa Harror -- Dining Room
Waddlewaddle! The two women, one uber pregnant and the other well on her way, pass through snow and city to arrive at the atrium of the Villa Harror. A little maid with brown curls takes their byrrus..es? byrrui? ... their cloaks! and then nervously stares at Ladonna. Ladonna stares back. Stare. Stare. Stare. The actress sidesteps her maid to enter marble dining room of the estate. She promptly flops onto a chaise and glances at the door. The brown haired maid stares at the two women blankly while a blonde with pin-straight locks bolts into the room and asks, "DO YOU WANT MORE WINE MESHARROR?!" Ladonna cringes. Noble reject maids.
Adonia waddle waddles along with Ladonna, ooohing and aaaahing at the house, "It's sooooo beautiful!" she squeals then looks at the maids when she settles down into a seat. Well, not everything in life can be perfect. "I'll have some!" she chirps, lifting her hand and waving it furiously before she slups back down again and sighs, "How long have you been married? I don't remember you being married." *Firan*
Ladonna asks for a glass and lo, it is brung. The blonde maid seems at least moderately more competent than the brown-haired one -- who continues to stare at the whore and the actress from the atrium. Ladonna gives her a weird look and suddenly, curls bobbing, she bolts. "What? Uh. ...since the summer. Right around the time they arrested everyone for all that stuff, do you remember? July or June, I guess. ...Yeah. It's..." Ladonna looks up and down the large room and feels rather small in it, "it's alright, I guess...Lonely, though." *Firan*
Adonia relaxes back in the chair, drinking her wine as they talk, "Since...the Dawn Raids.. or whatever they called them? Anyway... it's a beauitful house. Don't you have a lot of friends? You could have the bestest parties up here!" *Firan*
Ladonna shakes her head, "After the Dawn raids, but the same incident," she sips the wine from the table idly, eying the maid who lingers in some shadowy corner. She looks back at the pretty dancer and forces a thin smile, "Friends? Nah. Not really -- and I kind of don't like parties very much." What's that? more booze? don't miiiind if I do! She drinks and then looks up at the painting above the fireplace, "That's him, you know." *Firan*
Adonia downs her own wine with a seasoned drinker's speed. Yep, a lot of drinking down at the Dove. She waits for the glass to be refilled and flickers her brigh brown eyes up to the painting. "That's him? That's your husband?" she asks, "He looks kinda old." *Firan*
"Yeah," the girl replies solemnly, "he is." She holds her glass out for a refill as the maid passes to the two women, doing her maidly duty. She then disappears into the shadows again. Yay! "He's... fifty four. You know how I know that?" Ladonna's eyes flash with ire as she explains. "I was at a friend's shop, Mes Danae? you know her? anyway. I was at her shop and she asked how old he was and I didn't know. So, I nabbed the first person I saw -- and /she/ knew! This /sleazy towel girl/ knew. But I! I, Mes Harror, SOLAN HARROR'S WIFE. I didn't know." She punches her fist into an open palm, "I shoulda killed him or something. I told him he wasn't 'llowed to touch me for a month and made him go see Evia and them, er, you. You guys."
Adonia says "Fifty four!?" Adonia gasps, almost choking on her wine before she downs it again. "That -is- old... Almost as old as...as..." she frowns trying to think of the oldest person she knows, "...Lord Anzo and he's very old. He looks rich though, so he'd always be very welcome at the Dove. Just don't send him to the Honaria's, they sell their babies to the Goats, or the Gentleman's Club, their madame, Bliss.. you heard of her? She got in trouble for buying poisons."" *Firan*
Ladonna crinkles her nose. There's a lot to reply to here, so she treads sloooowwwly. "Yeah. It's really. Really. Really old. I think he creaks a little when he breathes, you know. And whenever he gets into bed, I can feel his old skin and it just," she shivers, "creepycrawly! But, you know. He's really, really handsome -- even for someone so ancient." Poor Solan. The girl then launches into discussions of the various whorehouses, "You can't talk bad 'bout the Gentleman's club, kay? My sister works there, Pauli? Er, Paulina. And... yeah. I heard about the Honorias... Um." Ladonna fidgets a little and nods, "I heard." *Firan*
Adonia leans back slightly, making an eeewwww face. Not that she has any room to talk, she's bedded all sorts. "Sorry about the Club, but it is true...Bliss used to be a Dove girl before she ran away. People are kinda of mad about that, but I think it was a long time ago. Paulina? No, I don't think I ever met her. Is she nice? Most whores are nice, you know. I haven't met any who are nasty at all." *Firan*
"My sister's the whole sky, she's so great! She used to be a Dove, too, but when the Viceroy raided or something, she left too. I don't really remember the details. Just that I used to visit her at the White Dove Rising and then I visited her at the Gentleman's Club." Ladonna glances at the portrait again and, just for a moment, gets defensive. "Hey, don't make that face you just made," she replicates it, wrinkling her nose all up and even sticking out her tongue. The girl then instantly retreats back into her normal expression. "Don't do that. Lookit him. He's ... handsome." Yeah!
Adonia bursts in a fit of giggles at Ladonna's expression. "Careful! If the wind changes direction your face will stay like that!" she chirps, taking another glass of wine and giving the painting another dubious look, "I guess he is handsome...kinda.. in a... distinguished old man kinda way," she teases playfully. "So, you don't mind coming to the Dove? Will you come and visit me? I have a bunny there, but it bit me the other day. It's a naughty bunny." *Firan*
"I really mostly came when I was a kid, but I don't know. I visited Evia there once! I guess if you can't come here, I could visit there once in a while. Safer for you to visit here, though. Obviously." Ladonna pauses. What? what did Adonia just say? She widens her eyes a little and replies, "That's simply not true! My face will never freeze!" To demonstrate, Ladonna starts to scrunch her nose and lips and eyes as scrunchily as they'll go -- then she widens everything as wide as they'll go. Rinse. Repeat.
Adonia says "Hahahahahaha!" Adonia burst out laughing, rolling a littlein her seat and giggling happily. "Ladonna! You look so funny!" More squealing and giggling. "But it's true! That's what I heard!"" *Firan*
Ladonna stares at Adonia. Adonia, laughing. Adonia, laughing at her. Self-conscious to a fault, Ladonna covers her stomach and her face goes from silly to extremely stoic. One hand strays from her belly to her palla, which she pulls over her face itself. From behind that palla corner, Ladonna begs, "Don't laugh at me!" in a voice that cracks, barely hiding that she's crying. *Firan*
Adonia pauses, looking confused for a moment as she looks at Ladonna. "I...I'm sorry..." she twitters, "It was cute... funny cute... not bad funny, or bulling teasing funny. Just cute..." *Firan*
Ladonna /bawls/ from behind her palla. She manages, just barely, to say, "Oh!" betwixt sobs. Oh woe is her! *Firan*
Adonia tilts her head to the side, brow knitting with confusion and worry. "Come on Ladonna. I didn't mean nothing. It's good to laugh, it means people are happy and friends. Don't cry please..." *Firan*
Ladonna peeks over the edge of her palla, forehead red and eyes glistening a little. Her muffled reply is still fairly clear; wool isn't that terrible on the annunciation of an actress. "Don't make fun of how ugly I am," she pleads, hiccuping once as the last little tearfalls from her eyes and into the dark fabric. *Firan*
Adonia shakes her head quickly, "You're not ugly!" the young whore protests, "It was just the funny faces! You are very beautiful Ladonna...such fair skin and beautiful black hair.. how can you think you're ugly?" *Firan*
"Oh," Ladonna wails, "don't make fun of me that way, /please/!" She lets the palla drop and flutters her hands all over herself. "Everything's wrong, most everything everything! I'm not fabulously pretty like Paulina or Evia or you or near anyone else. And I'm /so/ stupid, way stupider than Kamar and Zellonos. And Rabi's all big an' strong, so I'm not even good like that either. They're all really great at things and I'm just that stupid little baby sister who trottles along after them -- for real, Adonia, don't make fun of me by saying that I'm very beautiful or anything, okay?" Ladonna doesn't even wait for the maid this time. She stands up, swaying awkwardly as she does so, and knocks back two whiskeys right in a row.
Adonia watches as Ladonna tiarades and then gets up, her own expression one of utmost confusion. "I..but...I..." she starts, not quite sure what to say now, "I'm a baby sister too... I know how it feels. Velas is all big and strong and a gladiator, Tazzy fights the goats and Anika is so pretty and clever. Rish..Rose told me I got dropped on my head when I was a baby. So...don't feel bad Ladonna." *Firan*
Ladonna's eyes widen a little, "She said that?" the girl inquires, spinning around. Her mood shifts drastically from woe-is-me dramatics to thorough irritation. "That's a terrible thing to tell you. That's so mean!... I mean, even if it's true. Mean! I promise!" Ladonna /bounds/ (as much as a pregnant woman can bound) across the floor and grabs Adonia's hand, "I promise on the ... erm.. On ALL THE WINE IN THIS VILLA! I will never tell you you were dropped on your head. Bless your little heart." *Firan*
Ladonna shouts, "All the wine in this villa!"
Adonia looks up in shock, eyes widening at the sudden changes of emotion that the poor whore can just not comprehend. "I..er.." she looks up as Ladonna takes her hand and smiles brightly, "Thank you! You are a good friend Ladonna." *Firan*
Ladonna nods resolutely and sways drunkedly, "Oh. I'm a great friend. I keep telling people that -- but then crazy people start telling everyone I'm ... what was... disloyal!" Ladonna rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "Crazy!... So you're giving your baby to your sister, huh?" Nosecrinkle. "I don't think Mer Harror would like it very much if I did that. And one of my sister's a whore. The other one's ... uh. A crazy. She's acting weird lately. Guess I'll keep mine." Ho hum. *Firan*
Adonia grabs another glass of wine, after all, one drunk girl is only half as much fun as two. "Yay!" she squeals happily, "To Ladonna, my new friend!" After the toast she knocks the wine back and takes another, "Don't give your baby away! You can't give babies -to- whores. It just doesn't work like that. I don't think." She pauses, sipping on the wine again, "No.. I'm sure it doesn't work like that." *Firan*
Ladonna shakes her head and watches Adonia drink, grapevining toward the table again herself. "Oh, no. It doesn't. Definitely doesn't. I guess I just haveta keep it, that's all. Mer Harror's getting me a nanny. Er. For the baby, not for me. She's going to live," the girl flutters a hand off, out toward the atrium, "in there somewhere. In a room. Do you like being a whore?" Bam! New topic. *Firan*
Adonia grins back impishly, "Do I like it? Of course I like it! I get to do whatever I please, and dance all the time and I -love- dancing. And no one tells me what to do.. except for Evia, and then she doesn't shout at me or anything and I don't have to wear hairpins and I get to wear beautiful silk outfits. Vixen has the most gorgous clothes and I can borrow them whenever I want!" *Firan*
Ladonna slumps against the table and regards Adonia absentmindedly, only half listening to what she says. It's more when Adonia /stops/ talking that Ladonna pays attention. "But don't you have to flirt with all those men and stuff? I mean. Pauli always let me play with her clothes and stuff when I ran to visit her all in secret ... but I saw her flirting and carrying on and.. I just always hid in a shadow and tried to make sure no one looked at me. I hate it when people look at me." *Firan*
Adonia shakes her head quickly, "No! It's so much fun. I love flirting with them and sitting in their laps and kissing. It's great. And the best is when you're up on the stage and dancing and everyone's watching and you look out that that handsome mer, or lord, and he gives you -the- look. That one that makes you all go a flutter and makes your cheeks go bright red and you feel all warm in side." She bites softly on her lip, eyes sparkling. *Firan*
Ladonna stares at Adonia blankly, head swimming a little bit. She shakes her head, "I hate that. I never get that feeling and I hate flirting and I hate kissing and I hate ... laps." The actress' gaze darkens deeply and she reaches for yet another glass of wine. Her words are quite slurred. "You must be very brave to do /that/ every night. Mer Harror? hasn't looked at me in months. Not at all." *Firan*
Ladonna adds, just in case Adonia didn't get it, "It's /glorious/." *Firan*
Adonia hiccoughs slightly as she drinks another wine, almost melting into her chair, "It's fun...the young men are the best you know.. when they take you upstairs... sometimes it's nice when they're really shy, and you don't actually have to do anything.. you can just dance and play, through cushions and things and they're too shy to you know.... but the older men are nice too because they're normally rich and then they give you a huuuuge tip and they send you presents and things." *Firan*
Ladonna's eyes stray to the portrait of Solan and she stares at him for a minute... and then looks back at Adonia skeptically. "I hope Mer Harror isn't giving huuuuuuge tips to women I don't even know," Ladonna decides sourly, frowning a little. "And I dono, young ones? /How/ young? because /too/ young is just creepyickyweird. Anyway, I couldn't," Ladonna reaches for more wine, wriggles her fingers, and decides against it -- the movement, however, sends her crashing to the floor. Boom! *Firan*
Adonia eeeeks loudly, "Help! Help!" she calls out to whom ever might hear as she tries to ease herself out of the seat, also swaying giddily, "Ladonna? Are you okay?" *Firan*
The blonde maid peeks out of her shadow. ..and then retreats. Worthless! The brunette is nowhere in sight. /Fortunately/, Ladonna has two guards to step forward to ensure that she's fine. She is. She even giggles! "BOOM!" Ladonna replies, struggling to stand up with the help of those guards. "D'ya know? When I first got married, Evia said she was going to kidnap me in a box. ...I don't think she ever did!" Did she? Ladonna drifts off, trying to remember if she was stolen in a box.
Adonia manages to make it to her feet and grins back, "Boom!" she echoes with giggle, "In box? Really? Is it a big box? Not just like a rabbit cage crate thing.. that would be too small." *Firan*
"Well, I'd never fit in a box /now/. I'm too fat," Ladonna replies, standing woozily. "But I think a trunk or something. I .. don't know where she was going to take me. Maybe she never really wanted to kidnap me away -- but she /did/ sound perfectly horrified that I was married. I haven't seen her since then. I hope she isn't MAD at me!" Ladonna looks down at her stomach and scowls, "Stupid BABY. WHY. Why do you have to make people hate me?!" The young woman pauses and looks up sharply, directly at Adonia. She squeals, "OMIGOSH, Don't tell Lady Eesha I said that, I AM SORRY LADY EESHA I REALLY DO LOVE YOUR BLESSINGS, OH DON'T SMITE ME!" Ladonna cowers.
Adonia grins impishly, "I won't I'm sure she understands...I mean...I think so." She gives Ladonna a curious look, yawning slightly, "I need to go...I want to take a nap before business starts tonight." *Firan*
"Okay!" Ladonna replies. She walks Adonia to the door and lo! the end!
