11-24-2020, 09:23 PM
Come spring, with his head resting gingerly on it, the egg begins to crack.
Sabrael startles to his feet. A sharp pain twists in his belly at the same time, like something is trying to claw out of him. It doesn’t make sense (little does these days), because there is nothing left inside of him (is there?). The egg shakes and rattles violently as whatever is inside starts to come outside. He wants to help it, but his own pain overtakes him and sends him writhing back to the ground.
In a few minutes, it’s over.
In a few minutes, the pain subsides.
The child is born as a wet and feeble thing sprawled like her father on the soft, forgiving meadow grasses. They crawl to each other, both unable to stand just yet. His gold eyes take her in as warmth floods his belly, his heart. She’s colored like those same night skies he spent underneath wishing he were dead. And now -
“Altais,” he says, so immeasurably glad to be alive, to be here to see this, to see her. “Welcome to the world, baby.”
~
When he touches her dew-soft muzzle with his own, it sends another jolt through the both of them. Altais snorts at the rush of power as it sizzles through her new veins. She’s too young to be too concerned about it for long. She’s more worried about nuzzling into her father and memorizing his scent. He is her’s and he is home. And she is just getting started.
Sabrael startles to his feet. A sharp pain twists in his belly at the same time, like something is trying to claw out of him. It doesn’t make sense (little does these days), because there is nothing left inside of him (is there?). The egg shakes and rattles violently as whatever is inside starts to come outside. He wants to help it, but his own pain overtakes him and sends him writhing back to the ground.
In a few minutes, it’s over.
In a few minutes, the pain subsides.
The child is born as a wet and feeble thing sprawled like her father on the soft, forgiving meadow grasses. They crawl to each other, both unable to stand just yet. His gold eyes take her in as warmth floods his belly, his heart. She’s colored like those same night skies he spent underneath wishing he were dead. And now -
“Altais,” he says, so immeasurably glad to be alive, to be here to see this, to see her. “Welcome to the world, baby.”
~
When he touches her dew-soft muzzle with his own, it sends another jolt through the both of them. Altais snorts at the rush of power as it sizzles through her new veins. She’s too young to be too concerned about it for long. She’s more worried about nuzzling into her father and memorizing his scent. He is her’s and he is home. And she is just getting started.
altais
ooc: this is just part of my own inter-character plot/birth post/transfer of a trait