Redhawk Caldera The skies are always blue

Eljay, like the previous year, just presumed that everything had gone well and Maia was pregnant. That didn't mean he didn't worry, of course, but they were different sorts of worries, such as whether Maia was eating and drinking enough and whether everything was going well. He would ask her a lot more than normally how she was doing to try and monitor that, and brought her food more frequently too, even though she was still in the phase where she was totally capable of looking after herself.

Through all of this, Eljay realised that he was getting older. It just wasn't as easy or smooth as it was last year. He woke up regularly with a bit of an ache in his hips, though it wasn't anything serious. He didn't feel old, but he had to admit to himself that maybe he was.

The skies were darkening and he glanced up at them as he made his way to find Maia. He smiled as she came into view, looking content despite the raindrops that were starting to fall. Hey, he said softly and he moved towards her to softly bump his nose against her cheek. How are you doing?