Spawn … from the Dawn of Magick

Elayne sat down and said, “Thank you. Maybe for just a moment. There’s nothing wrong with me that the passing of three seasons won’t cure.”
Lena remarked, “Then you are with child. I should have recognized the symptoms. That must have made leaving particularly difficult for Gwindor. His love for you is so apparent. He can’t hide the radiance in his eyes when he talks of you or looks at you. The glint in his eyes rivals the Great Tower. I’m a bit surprised that Alisskirin and Eyerthrin would allow him to leave you, given your gestation.”
“I…I didn’t tell Gwindor. He thinks I’ve had a ‘bug,’ and that I’m worried about him, which I am! He’s naïve at times and doesn’t expect that I might bewitch him. He never detected the Strength and Empathy Spells that I cast on him. I need no verbal or material components to cast them. I poured my love and attention upon him and gave him no opportunity to sense my…condition. His mind was on the task before him, where it should have been,” Elayne confessed.
Lena wiped the sweat from Elayne’s forehead, sat down, dabbed perspiration from her own brow, and said, “Likewise, I did not tell Eyerthrin.”
Elayne looked into Lena’s eyes and quizzically said, “So you are also…”
Lena quickly answered, “Yes.”
”How will you care for yourself? Do the midwives know what to expect? Do you carry a dragon?” Elayne asked. A very perplexed look covered her face.
Lena smiled and answered, “I wonder myself when I feel the queasiness and the little kicks. But no, I carry a child. When Eyerthrin transforms to his bipedal form the transformation is complete. Dragons, he tells me, are either a joint effort of Nature and Magick or else they are neither Nature nor Magick. It doesn’t make sense to me. Although, there has never been a union such as that of my beloved Eyerthrin and myself, I anticipate a normal gestation and confinement. In other words, I feel as much uncertainty as you, Elayne,” Lena summarized.