You enter a smaller, newer weyr off to the side of Victoria's weyr. It is nice and warm from a toasty fire.
You hear a soft, creak, creak, creak. You turn around and see 2 cradle swings with furs in them, and Victoria rocking them. You walk closer and see 1 baby in each swing. One is dressed in blue, so that must be a boy, and the other one in pink, so that oen must be a girl. Who's children are they? You remember that Victoria had seemd to be growing rounder. Now she was pretty skinny. They must be her children. From another door, M'ton walks in and puts his hand around Victoria's shoulder, and gazing at his children.

You over hear M'ton talking.
"Oh, Victoria, look at our beautiful children, our son Quinlan, and out dauther, Kalista," says M'ton.
"I hope they'll be dragonriders like us, my love," says Victoiria.
"I hope they do too, they were a christmas present from God, I'm glad thier healthy too," says M'ton.
"I'm surprised Jewel hasn't become preganth, she and Clad have been married longer than us!" exclaims Victoria.
"I know..but, it is thier decision, but, I'd liek to see those to have a child of thier own, it might make them a little happier, thier so busy, I sometimes think they've forgotten about each other<' said M'ton jokingly.
Victoria glanced at the christmas tree she and M'ton had decorated right before the twins.

"M'ton, look at our beautiful christmas tree!" exclaimed Victoria.
"I know," M'ton said smiling.
M'ton walked out of the room and returned, there he was holding a rocking chair with Victoria on it. He had a friend of his made it. M'ton was the best husband anyone could have. Or atleast Victoria thought that.
"M'ton," was all Victoria could say.
M'ton smiled, and sat it between the 2 cradles. Victoria sat down and rocked the cradles. She couldn't be any happier. M'ton would grow old with her. Ever since the day they met, they knew they'd be together. Maybe that's why Prasoth caught Galleth, because she knew M'ton would marry her rider.