11-05-2015, 02:12 PM
la jeune fille marquée
The third child is the easiest birth yet. Or perhaps by now, Minette is used to the pangs of labor.
It begins at night, as all of her pregnancies have ended, while the stars are out and Felinae and Besra are sleeping. The gray mare moves away quietly, unwilling to disturb them. Leck's attack and the viciousness of the winter they spent is still fresh in all of their minds. As such, this child will be born in a different spot from where her older brother and sister came into the world.
When Minette is confident she is far enough to keep from waking the pair, but close enough if they need her, she gives in to her labor completely. Her knees buckle and she slips to the ground. The urge to push grips her body, and with little conscious effort on her part, instinct takes over and a baby is born.
The child is as dark as the two before her, but Minette knows that she will lighten. Gently, with practiced ease, the third time mother vigorously grooms her daughter, cleaning and warming her at once.
“Hello Amorette. I am your maman.”
It is strange to give birth alone, but Minette finds she does not mind it. The first two times she needed the dubious reassurance that Gryffen's presence provided, but this time she is grateful for the quiet peacefulness just as the sun rises. Joints protesting, Minette stands and nudges the little girl.
“Come, petit. You must stand and eat.” Her voice is gentle, soft and filled with love. Minette discovers that her heart is full of love for her daughter, just as it was for the ones who came before her. She touches the tiny creature with a joyful feeling and a smile on her face. "Soon, the rest of your family will want to meet you."
It begins at night, as all of her pregnancies have ended, while the stars are out and Felinae and Besra are sleeping. The gray mare moves away quietly, unwilling to disturb them. Leck's attack and the viciousness of the winter they spent is still fresh in all of their minds. As such, this child will be born in a different spot from where her older brother and sister came into the world.
When Minette is confident she is far enough to keep from waking the pair, but close enough if they need her, she gives in to her labor completely. Her knees buckle and she slips to the ground. The urge to push grips her body, and with little conscious effort on her part, instinct takes over and a baby is born.
The child is as dark as the two before her, but Minette knows that she will lighten. Gently, with practiced ease, the third time mother vigorously grooms her daughter, cleaning and warming her at once.
“Hello Amorette. I am your maman.”
It is strange to give birth alone, but Minette finds she does not mind it. The first two times she needed the dubious reassurance that Gryffen's presence provided, but this time she is grateful for the quiet peacefulness just as the sun rises. Joints protesting, Minette stands and nudges the little girl.
“Come, petit. You must stand and eat.” Her voice is gentle, soft and filled with love. Minette discovers that her heart is full of love for her daughter, just as it was for the ones who came before her. She touches the tiny creature with a joyful feeling and a smile on her face. "Soon, the rest of your family will want to meet you."