10-03-2015, 07:35 PM
la jeune fille marquée
Gryffen has confused her, thrown her world out of alignment. Yet this time he has done so without laying a rough hoof on her. In fact, the child who grows within her womb had a beginning much different than that of his older sister. While Minette cannot say she was a willing participant, the conception of this baby was gentle, almost loving.
She shakes her head to clear her anxiety, pacing.
Minette cannot help but think of Sette during this time. Where she is, who she loves, who loves her. The mare's labor is progressing rapidly, much faster than the first time. Since she returned from under the earth her brand has healed. With the increased weight of her stomach, her aching joints have been a torment and she has spent many long hours near freezing herself in the rivers that flow down through the mountains. As well, countless hours have passed in which she has tormented herself with her capture and the death of Not-Minette. On top of it all, there is the white wolf who has suddenly sprouted angel wings...
The gray mare is not sure how much time passes but soon enough she sinks to her knees with a groan, and begins to push. Just as before she can sense Gryffen nearby, but this time his presence is more of a comfort and less terrifying.
Why? she thinks, but she is too exhausted to pursue that train of thought. She simply accepts the protection of the stallion for what it is, and concentrates.
Quickly, much quicker than Anguisette had been, her son is born. Minette has a moment's heart ache looking at him. She hesitates to touch him, wondering if his life will be one she has any say in. Gryffen had promised to change, but what were words? It was his actions that would tell the story.
After a brief moment, Minette cleans the boy, nuzzling him and encouraging him to stand and then nurse. Exhaustion is written in the lines of the mother's body, but already her body is taking in warmth from the spring day to heal her hurts. The gray mare is still unaware of the dark god's gift to her, but she sighs gratefully when she notices that a great deal of her aching is gone and the blood has stopped.
She shakes her head to clear her anxiety, pacing.
Minette cannot help but think of Sette during this time. Where she is, who she loves, who loves her. The mare's labor is progressing rapidly, much faster than the first time. Since she returned from under the earth her brand has healed. With the increased weight of her stomach, her aching joints have been a torment and she has spent many long hours near freezing herself in the rivers that flow down through the mountains. As well, countless hours have passed in which she has tormented herself with her capture and the death of Not-Minette. On top of it all, there is the white wolf who has suddenly sprouted angel wings...
The gray mare is not sure how much time passes but soon enough she sinks to her knees with a groan, and begins to push. Just as before she can sense Gryffen nearby, but this time his presence is more of a comfort and less terrifying.
Why? she thinks, but she is too exhausted to pursue that train of thought. She simply accepts the protection of the stallion for what it is, and concentrates.
Quickly, much quicker than Anguisette had been, her son is born. Minette has a moment's heart ache looking at him. She hesitates to touch him, wondering if his life will be one she has any say in. Gryffen had promised to change, but what were words? It was his actions that would tell the story.
After a brief moment, Minette cleans the boy, nuzzling him and encouraging him to stand and then nurse. Exhaustion is written in the lines of the mother's body, but already her body is taking in warmth from the spring day to heal her hurts. The gray mare is still unaware of the dark god's gift to her, but she sighs gratefully when she notices that a great deal of her aching is gone and the blood has stopped.
ooc: I'd planned to have Gryffen "choose" Leck's name, so Min won't call him anything yet. ;-) You can feel free to play her, either of you.