11-16-2024, 09:18 AM
“It saves a lot of time when building a large family,” She replies with a soft laugh.
Prior to their birth, Myrna had never wanted children of her own. Or rather, she had been certain that she wouldn’t ever have any. There was too much that could go wrong, too many ways in which she - or the world - might go screw up and leave a child damaged. It was better to not subject them to such an existence, better they stay a concept that she rarely thought of.
Even when the world became peaceful, when she became peaceful, she did not often think of children. She had a family - scattered as it was - and she felt no desire for a love like her mother and Firion’s, nor for the children that might embody it.
She hadn’t realized she was pregnant, not until she’d felt them quickening. And in that moment, when she’d realized what it was, what it meant? She did want it - them - more than anything.
There were a few days when the fears tried to resurface, tried to remind her of all that could go wrong. But she pushed them easily away, replaced them with the certainty that she would be able to do this parenting thing the right way.
This world is a better one, and she intends to keep it that way.
“They were an accident,” Myrna answers with a wry smile. “So I’m not really the best to talk about readiness.” She pauses for a moment, and eyes him with faintly narrowed blue-grey eyes. “You’re not thinking about having some, are you?” She asks with teasing that stems from sisterly concern, and then adds: “It takes a long time for them to fly, and I doubt they could keep up with your adventuring.”
Though they are not as close as they had once been, when Tersias was her baby brother and needed constant watching, Myrna does not doubt for a moment that he has done as much growing as she has in the time that has passed. Perhaps he wants to settle down as she has, Myrna thinks, to find comfort in habits and predictability.
Or, as she eyes him, maybe he’s decided the opposite.
@Tiersias
Prior to their birth, Myrna had never wanted children of her own. Or rather, she had been certain that she wouldn’t ever have any. There was too much that could go wrong, too many ways in which she - or the world - might go screw up and leave a child damaged. It was better to not subject them to such an existence, better they stay a concept that she rarely thought of.
Even when the world became peaceful, when she became peaceful, she did not often think of children. She had a family - scattered as it was - and she felt no desire for a love like her mother and Firion’s, nor for the children that might embody it.
She hadn’t realized she was pregnant, not until she’d felt them quickening. And in that moment, when she’d realized what it was, what it meant? She did want it - them - more than anything.
There were a few days when the fears tried to resurface, tried to remind her of all that could go wrong. But she pushed them easily away, replaced them with the certainty that she would be able to do this parenting thing the right way.
This world is a better one, and she intends to keep it that way.
“They were an accident,” Myrna answers with a wry smile. “So I’m not really the best to talk about readiness.” She pauses for a moment, and eyes him with faintly narrowed blue-grey eyes. “You’re not thinking about having some, are you?” She asks with teasing that stems from sisterly concern, and then adds: “It takes a long time for them to fly, and I doubt they could keep up with your adventuring.”
Though they are not as close as they had once been, when Tersias was her baby brother and needed constant watching, Myrna does not doubt for a moment that he has done as much growing as she has in the time that has passed. Perhaps he wants to settle down as she has, Myrna thinks, to find comfort in habits and predictability.
Or, as she eyes him, maybe he’s decided the opposite.
@Tiersias