'Twas the night after Gifting, when all through the house
Not a Hordlett was stirring, not even the spouse;
The stockings still hung by the chimney without care,
Proof that The Gifting Jarl had been there;
The Horde were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugared dates danced in their heads;
Taylana in labor, and I pacing like a larl,
Had just settled down for a long birthing whorl,
When in the furs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the side to see what was the matter.
The Babies were coming like wild ragging boar,
I threw on my pants and Tore open the door.
The moons on my mates breast was like new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to heaving belly below,
When, what to my door should yank a cord,
But a curious male slave and eight Ro'Ten horde,
With a grab of my mate, up into my arms,
I knew in a moment to send the alarms.
More rapid than tarns my footsteps they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Sweeten! now, Roughen! now, Toughen and Sassen!
On, Lissa! on Taaj! on, Jagger and Dagger!

To the path off the porch! to the clinic of all!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The Hordelets made haste, not a word did they cry,
So up to the Clinic the Ro'Tens they flew,
With the slave of the Administrator, and Taylana too.
And then, in a twinkling, we raced to the first floor
The calling and crying through each little door.
As I held my companion, and was turning around,
Down into the clinic we went with a bound.
Taylana was groaning and her breath coming in pants ,
Our Horde was all excited and expecting siblings per chance;
Tay in a bundle of furs Shank had held in his arms,
And he looked like a proud papa, a man full of charms.
His eyes how they twinkle! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His sensual mouth was drawn up in a smile,
And the beard of his chin was as rough as a file;
Tay laid on the bed, her hair damp with sweat,
But her smile was gorgeous of that you can bet;
She had a face like an angel, but the words of a sailor ,
That cussing by now, were not of a tailor.
The babes arrived all chuby and plump, a sure sign of wealth,
And all grinned when they saw them, in spite of themself;
A wink of Cala's eye and a cant of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the papers; then turned with a jerk,
Jadi and Nabi tried to escape side by side,
And Drystan, freaked out looking for a place to hide;
Never having seeing a birthing before,
the two women it seemed, got stuck in the door.
But before they escaped, ere they ran out of sight,

"Welcome two more Ro'tens to Gor , Lucifer and Lilith tonight."

12/26/2007

 
The ship rocks on the waves.
The gulls sing another day.
We hide the ship in the caves.
Hush baby where you lay.
Sleep on pirates dreams.
Wake to the finer things.
Hush and sleep lil one.
Soon it will be fun in the sun.

14th day of Se'Var (10) in the year 10,157 CA
the Citizenry of Port Katrionas Sapair has grown by two.


Camylle Brianna and Robbyne Brylee
came into the world by the hands of their father and his
incredible assistant, their brother Kegan.

Their parents, Eryk and Nadyne Karryn are blessed
with the two tiny identical future Shipwrights.
 
 
 

 
Certificate of Adoption
 
As of this day, 13rd day of Kavars (12) in the year 10,157 CA, 3rd day of Third Hand of the Month of Kavars (12) in the year 10,157 CA
 
I, Draym Mikel Zant & Sindra Devars, by the affixing of our signatures below, do hereby take responsibility of Guardianship of the two children known as Loralie and Trenton Marsh. Any and all requirements, including but not limited to, food, clothing, and protection will be provided by us from this day forward at the request of their father, Spider of Kar, Je'Kal Marsh and mother, Destina Zant.
 

Loralie and Trenton will have all rights and privileges granted to any holding in our names.