(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. Of course, they would have done so sooner had Xana not been summoned to Whiterun for an examination by Danica Pure-Spring: She had requested for her to stop by 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 upon the summit, Xana carefully climbed off Odahviing's neck and approached the older dragon with a smile lining her youthful face, "Hello, Paarthurnax."
"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. I've been meaning to visit with you for a while now, but my presence is still requested by many of my fellow mortals. But that's not important at the moment as I have 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 pointedly 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."
"It's a long story. We just….fell in love with one another," she admitted with a blush. "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 as a means to torture captive dragons, as they would be unable to fly away, and their shouts would not be as powerful; however, the potion's effects wore off after a few days. As for Odahviing and I, we've only used it twice since I brought it home. It was the only way we could be closer with one another," Xana admitted as she felt Odahviing's snout gently nuzzle her shoulder, while the older dragon's eyes softened at them:
"It matters not what the potion was originally intended for. What matters is that you two have found a better use for it."
"Indeed we have," Odahviing agreed 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"
Standing proud before Akatosh's second born, he replied, "Xana los voth kiir...," he then glanced over at his mate and smiled, "…Un kiir…"
At his words Paarthurnax's eyes widened, "Vahzah? Zu'u los ahst aan saan fah rot…"
"Ful lost Zu'u fod rek fun zu'u," he stated before tenderly nuzzling his mate. "Upon her return from Sovngarde, I promised to look after her and protect her. Now I have another to protect."
At his words, the young Dunmer smiled and placed a hand over her lower abdomen where their child rested within, to which 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 as she knew they were just looking out for her and her child's well-being and safety. If she didn't have such confidence and trust in Danica, she would likely have considered taking them up on their offer. With that, she 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.
Upon leaving the monastery, Odahviing flew Xana down the mountain and over towards Falkreath; however, as they neared her home, he suddenly felt her grip on his horns loosen, while her body started slipping off his neck. Panic immediately rushed through the crimson dragon's mind as he felt her weight shift dangerously to the side, "Xana, don't let go!"
Hearing the panic in her mate's voice, the young Dunmer instantly opened her eyes and noticed she was starting to fall off, to which she quickly 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."
Not wanting to bring further stress upon her by arguing, Odahviing held his tongue and emitted a sigh of relief upon spotting the manor, to which he then carefully landed across from the stable. With shaky limbs, Xana slid off his scaly neck and braced herself against him as her legs continued to tremble.
"Are you alright," worry was laced in his words: he wanted to stay strong for his mate, but he was concerned for her health and well-being.
"I-I'm not sure. For some reason I feel really tired and weak in my legs." She then carefully sat herself down upon the ground, to which Odahviing protectively coiled around her:
"Is it because of the kiir," he asked in a concerned tone, prompting her to shrug:
"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 tenderly nuzzled her cheek, "I want to take care of you and our kiir. My duty as a mate and Bormah is to tend to my family, and right now, you both need my current attention."
She couldn't bring herself to say no or deny his proposition. With that, Xana lovingly kissed his snout and gave a smile, "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 okay?" 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, to which upon landing, he set the carcass aside and called out to his mate.
Shortly after, the front 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 alteration potion, and a dagger to gut and dress the deer carcass. Upon drinking the potion, Odahviing transformed and graciously took the clothes before dressing, gutting and skinning the deer he brought home. Afterwards, he 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, to which 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 then 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 stallion 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 gently rubbed his nose. "Odahviing's not going to harm you."
The 'man' beside her smirked at her comment, "While this sivaas would be considered as prey to my kind, I will refrain from consuming 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: Almost a month after I 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 future 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." Before she could object, 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 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 him 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.