cold in the violence after the war
hope is a fire to keep us warm
As if the shock of the quickly dispelled notion that Eurwen were having quadruplets weren’t enough, while the small group is laughing at her comical error, Brennen strolls idly up to the group. Or, well, perhaps stroll isn’t the right word. Because, as it turns out, his belly is also quite round. Honestly, were it not for his amused quip about Wolfbane, she might have tactfully not mentioned anything about the weight he’d gained.
Talk about a spit-take moment though.
She blinks rather dumbly at him for a few moments as she tries to wrap her brain around the revelations they keep blithely tossing at her. After a moment, without a word, she cranes her head to narrow a suspicious glare on her own abdomen. One that is, blessedly, still very slim. But, given how events had played out thus far, one couldn’t be too certain. If a stallion could have a child, who’s to say she couldn’t have a kid without a stallion?
Still, she was definitely not going to embarrass herself further stating her sudden and frantic alarm aloud.
Luckily, the discussion of twins brings her back to the conversation at hand. Chagrin fading, she eyes Eurwen then Lilli with a critical eye before offering Lilli a half apologetic grin. “Mom is a twin. And she had two sets of twins. So, um, runs in the family I guess. Oops.”
Abruptly it occurs to her that, Brennen being a relation and all, he might too have the misfortune of carrying twins. Wisdom keeps her mouth shut however. Instead, grin widening cheekily, she turns her gaze to Fio. “Hopefully you’re not going to reveal now you’re some relative too. If so, uh, my condolences?”
Brazen