Spring has come to Krynn. Baby animals, warm weather, all that good stuff. Even in the Tower a relatively peaceful state had been achieved. This is not to last.
Crysania, walking into Raistlin's study: I am pregnant.
Usually, when Raistlin is reading or doing anything magic related, he is hard to get through to, however, not this time.
Raistlin, turning extremely pale, which makes his skin a strange, pale gold color: Pregnant?! But why? I mean- why? Why? WHY?
Crysania, staring at him in much the same manner a predatory animal does before it kills its prey: Four excellent questions. All of which have the same answer: we do, occasionally, have sex.
Raistlin, trying to collect himself: Do we really? It must not be very exciting; I can't remember a time in the recent past-
Crysania, cutting him off: I did NOT come here to discuss how I am in bed, which I assure you is FINE! Not that you'd have anything to compare it to, because no girl in Solace would have EVER-
Raistlin: Alright! Fine. You're pregnant. Wonderful. Is that all?
Crysania, coldly: Yes.
She turns to leave, adding,
Crysania: I would have though you'd be happy about it, you'll have some innocent person to corrupt.
She stalks out and almost collides with Dalamar who has been standing outside the door.
Dalamar, breaking the tension: A message came from your brother.
He holds out a letter.
A look of triumph flashes across Crysania's face.
Raistlin's face has the look of someone who has reached their utter limit of tolerance.
Raistlin: What do you mean: a message from my brother?
Crysania takes the letter from Dalamar's hand.
Crysania: I invited him and his family to visit us. I DO hope you don't mind. I wouldn't want to upset you in ANY WAY.
Dalamar: Seriously, have you guys ever thought about, like, counseling?
The couple turns to glare at the elf.
Raistlin: Says you, the one in the purely physical relationship with the centuries younger girlfriend. The 'holes in your chest if you displease me' thing is still in effect.
Dalamar: Fine! Fine! I was just trying to help. I'll go feed the Live Ones.
He slinks out.
Raistlin, calling out after him: You could give them chunks of your flesh. They'd like that.
Crysania, opening the letter: Your brother and his family are all coming as well as, Kitiara?
Raistlin: For the love of everything that is good and holy, WHY? Why do I have to see them? Why are you pregnant? Why?!
Crysania, ignoring this: She says she want to gawk at your married life.
Raistlin lets his head fall forwards on to the table.
Raistlin: Oh my gods, why?
Crysania: That seems to be a popular word with you today. They're coming in two weeks.
She shuts the door victoriously.
AN: The 'why, why, why, why?' Thing is from the podcast, Cabin Pressure. Please review.