Birthing; vi, malka, lagertha, shatter me, rhy, sunday amazonians, !!ANY!!

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

It’s a worried procession that heads to the Falls. So many changes in such a short period of time. The new wings attached to her ruffle nervously along her side, how she would like to fly ahead of the group to clear the way for them all but alas…. She has yet to learn to fly. So she simply acts as a guard as the others help support Scorch’s bloated figure to the healing waters. Prague has returned and it’s good to see the other looking a little less lost. They were all finding their ways again. There are others as well and Lagertha and Sunday too but everyone blurs together once they get to the bank of the waterfall.

So far it seems the Fall’s kingdom is quiet and it’s odd considering their large and loud party. Scorch is hurriedly ushered into the shallow end and then everything seems to happen quite quickly. A child slips into the cool depths and Liz watches hesitatingly, not sure if she should help when this should be a moment between mother and child. However her help is quickly needed when Scorch completely loses her mind. Scorch looks to her asking where Volcan is. ”Volcan?” She replies blankly, just as confused as the disoriented mare before her. Her golden gaze looks to the others, knowing they all share the same bewilderment. It doesn’t last long, that look they all give to one another, because Scorch has started screaming the name in a frenzy. Liz’s wings flare in agitation as she steps forward to try and calm her down. Before she can, Scorch has fallen in a heap on the sand. Muttering and crying.

The jaguar mare has never been very good at this kind of thing, especially when it’s not quite clear what has happened. Her golden gaze turns towards the foal that’s still laying in the water. That’s not healthy. Quietly she splashes into the pool, nudging the child up. She was far from the best when it came to parenting (her own few children would attest to that) but she at least could keep the girl alive till her mother came to her wits. ”Come along now..Vi” She murmurs not unkindly, nudging her softly with her muzzle to get her on her feet. Having to grab at the name last minute, as it seemed it’s what Scorch wanted her to be called. Which now that you mention it… Looking at Scorch’s defeated figure again… Shouldn’t there have been two children? She had been so large, they had probably all thought twins. So did Scorch apparently. Poor thing. The loss of the second baby that was never born, it seems to have completely broken her. The jaguar knows what it’s like to be broken and so she stays with the others but keeps the newborn foal close to her side, a wing draping protectively above her as if to shield her from her mother’s madness.