It’s time.
She’s been growing ever more excited for this child as the winter months have rushed by. She and Weir have built such a lovely little family for themselves, first in the Dale, then in the Tundra, and now finally in Tephra, and she is over the moon to add yet another little one to their growing band.
When the labour pains first hit she quickly sequesters herself away in a quiet little hollow at the base of the mountain, and in what seems like no time at all, their eighth child enters the world.
Well used to the whole process, Eira is quick to her feet, and she moves to the small bundle to begin cleaning off the mess of birth. It’s a boy (their third!), with a wonderful red roan coat that matches his father’s. She nudges the boy, trying to encourage him to stand, then raises her dark head to look about for Weir.
She cannot see him, but she has no doubt that he is somewhere close by and lets out a low call. She knows he will also be eager to welcome their newest into the world.
Her attention returns to the boy, and she nudges him again. After all that stressful work of being born, she has no doubt that he will be hungry! “Up on your feet sweetie!” She smiles down at him, her heart so full of love and happiness. “How about we call you … Fox.” She has no idea why the name has popped in her head, but with his ruddy red coat, it just seems so fitting.
She’s been growing ever more excited for this child as the winter months have rushed by. She and Weir have built such a lovely little family for themselves, first in the Dale, then in the Tundra, and now finally in Tephra, and she is over the moon to add yet another little one to their growing band.
When the labour pains first hit she quickly sequesters herself away in a quiet little hollow at the base of the mountain, and in what seems like no time at all, their eighth child enters the world.
Well used to the whole process, Eira is quick to her feet, and she moves to the small bundle to begin cleaning off the mess of birth. It’s a boy (their third!), with a wonderful red roan coat that matches his father’s. She nudges the boy, trying to encourage him to stand, then raises her dark head to look about for Weir.
She cannot see him, but she has no doubt that he is somewhere close by and lets out a low call. She knows he will also be eager to welcome their newest into the world.
Her attention returns to the boy, and she nudges him again. After all that stressful work of being born, she has no doubt that he will be hungry! “Up on your feet sweetie!” She smiles down at him, her heart so full of love and happiness. “How about we call you … Fox.” She has no idea why the name has popped in her head, but with his ruddy red coat, it just seems so fitting.
EIRA
nothing's only words, that's how hearts get hurt
Ugh this is terrible, but yay Fox is born!
@[insane]