And for once she listens with unabashed openness. He is right (as she is gritting her teeth to bear then in a temporarily relief to beat the pain). She can feel him near her and she is thankful. A slow rush of hot breath exits her lips as she falls to her sides. The anger, the malice, it is all but evaporated as her swollen body responds to his nearness...his caress with the children are fighting to be born. Isobell groans loudly as she lays upon her knees (scars from Lothbrok's birth) before she is forcing herself to rise up. She would birth these children as she had Lothbrok.
Silver eyes flash as she meets and holds Ivar's gaze. One hoof rises to bear her weight..and then the other. She stands challenging him and whatever weakness he may harbor for her but then...slowly...she moves to the river. Each step is labored and wracked with an unfathomable pain.
Isobell sinks beneath the water's embrace with a soft moan (the foals inside beginning to crest). Isobell looks to Ivar with a panicked, worrisome gaze before she slips below the waves (as he had once done to her). Beneath the water, her body is weightless and able to to help the eager children. Waves of contractions begin to quicken and wrack her womanly form. Iosbell's pain is capsuled in delicate bubbles. At first, the boy child is born strong and eager. Isobell nearly faints with the lightheadedness of child bearing for such a healthy colt...
Until the girl follows, Isobell is shocked. Another child?!
But the pain is nearly too much for her as the smaller girl child is born. Isobell does not fold beneath the waters but instead helps the thin forms of their newly birthed children to meet the water's surface so they may breath. Isobell knows they will be kelpie and she is a proud woman. Teeth grips very gentle to keep them close, ensuring they breath as the waters are tainted pink from their birth. Pewter filled eyes are flickering to meet those of her mate. Isobell had made sure to stay closer to the shallow waters if Ivar should decide to help in the miracle of the twins (twins!) birth. She would never deny him of his privilege.
Silver eyes flash as she meets and holds Ivar's gaze. One hoof rises to bear her weight..and then the other. She stands challenging him and whatever weakness he may harbor for her but then...slowly...she moves to the river. Each step is labored and wracked with an unfathomable pain.
Isobell sinks beneath the water's embrace with a soft moan (the foals inside beginning to crest). Isobell looks to Ivar with a panicked, worrisome gaze before she slips below the waves (as he had once done to her). Beneath the water, her body is weightless and able to to help the eager children. Waves of contractions begin to quicken and wrack her womanly form. Iosbell's pain is capsuled in delicate bubbles. At first, the boy child is born strong and eager. Isobell nearly faints with the lightheadedness of child bearing for such a healthy colt...
Until the girl follows, Isobell is shocked. Another child?!
But the pain is nearly too much for her as the smaller girl child is born. Isobell does not fold beneath the waters but instead helps the thin forms of their newly birthed children to meet the water's surface so they may breath. Isobell knows they will be kelpie and she is a proud woman. Teeth grips very gentle to keep them close, ensuring they breath as the waters are tainted pink from their birth. Pewter filled eyes are flickering to meet those of her mate. Isobell had made sure to stay closer to the shallow waters if Ivar should decide to help in the miracle of the twins (twins!) birth. She would never deny him of his privilege.