New Life.

"She's beautiful," B'lev remarked breathlessly, his dark green eyes fixated on his newborn daughter. The girl, as rosy and pink as a wildflower, was nestled against the chest of her resting mother- the green rider Ceyvuke. The tired mother nodded, though her eyelids sagged and she could only try- but fail- to suppress a massive yawn. B'lev chuckled and nestled himself around his 'mate and newborn daughter, nuzzling Ceyvuke's neck.

"I need to rest, B'lev," Ceyvuke tiredly commented, her tone taking on a hint of warning. From outside their apartments, B'lev heard the warning rumble from Ceyvuke's green, Aekalath. It was that warning that let him know that he had gone too far. Sighing, he moved away from Nutine and his daughter, reluctantly relenting. His arms still draped protectively over the both of them, B'lev smiled as he heard his own dragon- brown Dandreath- croon and attempt to placate his emerald mate. B'lev sighed, relieved, when he felt Ceyvuke relax under his arm and he knew that Dandreath had managed to soothe Aekalath. B'lev quickly drifted off to sleep, though Ceyvuke couldn't help but stay awake and watch her daughter for a few extra moments. It were those first, few, precious moments that forged the unbreakable bond between mother and daughter. Just before she, too, drifted off to sleep, Ceyvuke pulled her daughter closer, kissed her gently on the top of her head and smiled.

"Good night my sweet child, my beautiful Cekaynn," and thus the child, B'lev and Ceyvuke's daughter, was named. As if the child had recognized her own name, upon hearing it for the first time, her eyelids fluttered open and her bright, baby blue eyes peered up wondrously at her mother. The child, Cekaynn, cooed and then settled down once more into a peaceful slumber.

Across Pern, on the entirely opposite side of the northern continent, another mother was putting her child to bed. The child, a young boy, was a bit older- at 6 months. The mother, a quiet, nobody-of-a-drudge at some small, off the beaten path cothold, was Nyrehe. Her child was a quickly growing young boy, by the name of Kelvray.

"Kelvray, it's time for bed." Nyrehe called to her son in a quiet and diminutive voice, fatigue and worry lining the edges of her voice. Kelvray looked up at his mother, an ecstatic, bubbly giggle bursting forth. Nyrehe smiled weakly and carried her son to his cradle, gently laying him down to sleep. She stood over him for a few minutes, watching him fondly as he drifted off to sleep. Sighing, Nyrehe tucked him in- again- just to make sure that he would be warm through the night.

"Good night my son," Nyrehe said quietly, leaning into the cradle to peck Kelvray lightly on the head. She wouldn't want to wake him up, now that he was asleep, so her actions were gentle and quick. Reluctantly, she let her hands fall from the edge of the cradle and she turned, making her way slowly to her own bed.

"You'll have better than this, someday. I promise you." Nyrehe murmured as she got under the covers, glancing back over her shoulder at the cradle holding her sleeping son. A quick glance around at their meager and modest quarters in the cothold made Nyrehe purse her lips and nod slowly. Kelvray deserved better than this, and he would get it. Nyrehe made that decision for her son as she drew the covers up over her frail body, looking at him across their one-room quarters. He would be successful when he grew up, and Nyrehe would aid him in any way possible.