08-07-2018, 01:51 PM
At first she had been oblivious of her slowly rounding stomach, she hadn’t seen what Ivar had. But so does she not know about her own death. Kylin does remember their coupling in the sea, and how she’d asked him if they couldn’t stay just a little longer. Going from there, she remembers waking up at the beach. It would be a lie to say that wasn’t somewhat confusing, but Ivar had been right there, so Kylin does not doubt about what had happened.
Their trip to Sylva – one long, long overdue – had also left a stronger impression than waking up in a strange place.
When the first contractions surprise her, it does not take Kylin long to wander to one of the smaller caves on the western island. It is the same cave as in which Mother had birthed her and Kharon, and Kyveli too had been born there.
It is here, safely hidden from watching eyes, that the contractions force her down to the ground. Soon her flanks are damp, and her breath quick and heavy. It would be a lie to say this labour is any easier than the first, as the pain consumes her once again. What only takes minutes, feels like an eternity to Kylin, as her child is forced into the world little by little.
This time the lavender woman is quicker on her feet than last time. Exhausted as she is, her muzzle find the wet bundle of blue and white and lavender, freeing the newborn of the membrane that still partially covers it, as she slowly but surely cleans the damp body.
@[Kypria] @[Ivar]
Sorry for the wait <3
Their trip to Sylva – one long, long overdue – had also left a stronger impression than waking up in a strange place.
When the first contractions surprise her, it does not take Kylin long to wander to one of the smaller caves on the western island. It is the same cave as in which Mother had birthed her and Kharon, and Kyveli too had been born there.
It is here, safely hidden from watching eyes, that the contractions force her down to the ground. Soon her flanks are damp, and her breath quick and heavy. It would be a lie to say this labour is any easier than the first, as the pain consumes her once again. What only takes minutes, feels like an eternity to Kylin, as her child is forced into the world little by little.
This time the lavender woman is quicker on her feet than last time. Exhausted as she is, her muzzle find the wet bundle of blue and white and lavender, freeing the newborn of the membrane that still partially covers it, as she slowly but surely cleans the damp body.
@[Kypria] @[Ivar]
Sorry for the wait <3