(Disclaimer: I don't own Skyrim; just Xana and any future OC's)
-Three weeks later-
Xana was currently riding atop of Odahviing as he flew her to the summit of the Throat of the World. The two of them had finally decided to tell Paarthurnax and the Greybeards of their bond and their upcoming edition. They would have done so sooner had Xana not been summoned to Whiterun for an examination by Danica Pure-Spring. She insisted that she should visit her every three to four weeks for routine exams just to make sure the baby was in good health and developing properly. Seeing as how this child was the first of its kind, extra precautions had to be taken.
As they landed on the summit, Xana carefully climbed off Odahviing's neck and approached the older dragon who gave her a kind smile; "Drem yol lok, greetings, Dovahkiin. It has been a while since you last visited the Strunmah….Lost hi bow ah tinvaak voth aan wuth dovah?"
She nodded, "I have, Master. I've been meaning to visit with you for a while now, but apparently my presence is still required by many of my fellow mortals. But that's not important at the moment. I have some exciting news to share with you."
He looked at the young Dunmer with a knowing smile, "Hi lost meyz gein voth Odahviing….I am aware of this."
Her eyes widened, "How?"
The old dragon looked at the two of them and answered, "Odahviing's scent is heavy upon you, Dovahkiin. I could tell you two were mates the moment you landed upon the Strunmah…..But I am curious as to how that came to be."
She blushed, "It's a long story. We just….fell in love with one another. Also, I stumbled upon a potion that could temporarily transform him into a man and…well…you know the rest."
Paarthurnax emitted a slight 'hmm' before asking in his deep voice, "And where did you procure this potion?"
She momentarily cast her eyes upon the ground before facing him once more, "I found it within the depths of Skyhaven Temple. The ancient Blades apparently used it to capture and torture dragons, but it only turned them into humans for a few days at a time. Odahviing and I have only used it twice since I brought it home. It was the only way we could be closer with one another." Xana softly smiled as she felt Odahviing's snout gently nuzzle her shoulder.
The older dragon's eyes softened at them, "It matters not what the potion was used for in the past. What matters is that you two have found a better use for it."
"Indeed we have," Odahviing chuckled as he nuzzled his mate, making her blush a deeper shade of red. The crimson dragon looked upon the older dovah and smiled, "Xana and I have something else we wanted to share with you."
"Los daar ful? Onikiv zu'u"
Odahviing stood proud before Akatosh's second born and stated, "Xana los voth kiir...," he glanced at his mate and smiled, "…Un kiir…"
At his words Paarthurnax's eyes widened, "Vahzah? Zu'u los ahst aan saan fah rot…"
Odahviing chuckled before responding, "Ful lost Zu'u fod rek fun zu'u," he then tenderly nuzzled his mate. "Upon Xana's return from Sovngarde, I promised to look after her and protect her. Now I have another to protect." The young Dunmer smiled and placed a hand over her lower abdomen where their child rested within.
Paarthurnax glanced at the pair with kind eyes, "You will be a great Bormah, Odahviing. And you, Dovahkiin, you will be a fine Monah. Your kiir is both a gift and a testament to what the dov and joor are capable of if they work together. Zu'u los kah do hi ney."
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Xana and Odahviing soon flew down to the monastery where they told the Greybeards everything they relayed to Paarthurnax regarding their pairing and their unborn child. Suffice to say, they too were at a loss for words and were shocked at the idea of a child being conceived from a dragon and a Dunmer. Master Argnier had asked Xana if she wanted to have the baby within the monastery but she politely declined, saying she wanted to have it at her home in Falkreath, but appreciated the offer. She then promised to bring the baby to the monastery after it was born and asked if her child could learn the Way of the Voice from him and the other Greybeards when it was old enough, which he happily agreed.
Odahviing was currently flying Xana home when he felt her grip on his horns loosen and her body slipping off his neck. Panic rushed through the crimson dragon as he felt her weight shift dangerously to the side, "Xana, don't let go!"
The young Dunmer opened her eyes and noticed she was starting to fall off, to which she regained her balance and firmly gripped Odahviing's horns. "Oh Gods, what happened?!"
"I'm not sure, but I suspect you were falling asleep and were losing your balance. We're almost to the homestead. Do you want me to land and walk with you the rest of the way?"
She shook her head, "No, I'll be alright until we reach the house."
Odahviing soon spotted the manor and carefully landed across from the stable, to which Xana shakily slid off and braced herself against him. "Xana, what's wrong?" Worry was laced in the dragon's words: he wanted to stay strong for his mate but he was concerned for her well-being.
"I-I'm not sure. For some reason I feel really tired and weak in my legs." She carefully sat herself down upon the ground, to which Odahviing protectively coiled around her.
"Is it because of the kiir?" He asked in a worried tone.
She shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I would assume so. Danica told me fatigue is sometimes a symptom of pregnancy. Maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night or maybe I haven't been eating enough."
"Would you like me to go hunting for you? I can bring you some meat and if you use one of those potions, I'll help prepare dinner and provide further assistance around the homestead." He nuzzled her cheek, "I want to take care of you. My duty as a mate and Bormah is to tend to my family. Will you allow me to care for you and our unborn kiir?"
She couldn't bring herself to say no to such a selfless request. Xana lovingly kissed his snout and gave a nod, "Alright. I'll head inside while you hunt. When you return, I'll give you the potion and then we can fix dinner together. Does that sound good?" She rubbed his chin and offered a tired smile, to which he nodded and watched as she carefully stood up and made her way over to the door and inside the manor. Once Xana was inside the house and the door closed behind her, Odahviing spread out his wings and took off towards the sky once more.
After several minutes, Odahviing returned to the homestead with a large stag in his mouth. Upon landing, he set the carcass aside and called out to his mate.
Shortly after, the door opened and the Dovahkiin stepped outside wearing a simple brown woolen dress and fur shoes. In her hands was a set of men's clothes, the potion to alter Odahviing's appearance and a dagger to gut and dress the deer carcass. Upon drinking the potion, Odahviing transformed and graciously took the clothes before dressing and helping Xana gut and skin the deer he brought home. Afterwards, they disposed of the gut pile and unwanted bits before Xana strung up the hide on the rack to stretch it out and scrape the fat off later before she and Odahviing took the meat and antlers inside.
The two of them then cut up the sections of meat and set some aside for cooking while the rest was rubbed down with preserving salts and stored away for later use. Xana and Odahviing then cleaned themselves up before preparing a venison stew for supper: both working in unison and assisting one another until it was time to let the pot simmer for the time being. They then headed back outside to scrape the fat off the deer hide. Xana showed Odahviing how to properly work the blade so as to not puncture through the hide or scrape it too thin. Once the hide was rid of fat, it was turned over so that the hair could be removed. Xana intended to make leather out of the skin and use it to make straps and fittings for armor to sell. While she didn't need the gold, she mainly crafted such items as a hobby. She didn't have a need to keep everything she made and mostly used the gold she earned from selling her wares to help the needy or donate to the temples.
As soon as the hide was taken care of, Xana went over to feed her horse, Braum. He was a large dapple grey with strong legs, gentle eyes and a dark mane and tail. He gently nuzzled Xana's cheek as she approached him with a bucket of oats and an apple in hand, but upon seeing Odahviing, he emitted a scared bray and backed further in his stall. "Shhh, shh, it's alright, Braum. It's alright," Xana spoke in a soothing voice as she rubbed his nose. "Odahviing's not going to harm you."
The 'man' beside her smirked, "While this sivaas is considered prey to my kind, I will refrain from harming him."
Her eyes narrowed at her mate, "You better keep your word on that because I love this horse and could never replace him. He and I have been through a lot together: Shortly after I first arrived in Skyrim, I found him wandering near Riften with a large gash across his left flank. I immediately took him in and mended his wounds, to which he took an instant liking to me. After that, he accompanied me throughout my travels and has saved me on more than one occasion." She fed Braum the apple and rubbed his neck before pouring the oats into his feeder, to which she then set the bucket aside and headed over to the garden with Odahviing to gather ingredients for potions and cooking. As she reached down to pluck a dragon's tongue flower, Xana suddenly felt light headed.
"Xana?!" Odahviing saw her starting to fall, to which he quickly caught her in his arms and picked her up bridal style, "I'm taking you back inside. You need to rest." He brought her into the house and locked the door behind him before heading into the bedroom and gently setting her upon the large bed. "Are you alright, dii brit fahliil?"
She smiled and nodded, "Yes, my love, I'm alright. I just feel a little dizzy."
He pressed his forehead against hers and placed a hand over her lower abdomen. "Please do not hesitate to let me know if you are not feeling well or if you need something. I'm here to help you in any way that I can."
At his words, Xana felt teary eyed for she knew he loved her immensely. She softly started to cry out of hormonal impulse, to which she hugged her mate close and buried her face in his chest. Feeling an overwhelming urge to comfort her, Odahviing sat down and gently pulled her into his lap where he wrapped his strong, loving arms around her smaller frame. He planted soft kisses upon her hair while his hands rubbed over her abdomen in a soothing manner. It was his way of letting her know that he was there for her and their unborn child.