04-28-2016, 05:20 PM
Kick. Kick kick kick. Wriggle. Nudge. Kick! Dammit, that was my ribs! I gently bump the side of my belly against the tree I've been resting under. Watch it in there, you. Kick. I may not have been able to wrap my head around the idea of being pregnant for a good long while, but I'm having a hard time forgetting now that the kid's decided to be acrobatic. It's weird, though, the thing will be still long enough that I wonder if it's still alive, and then it will suddenly be trying to wrestle its way out, or at least squirming around testing the bounds of its squishy dark prison cell.
Don't worry, I want you out just as badly as you do, kid. I'm not even showing yet, which feels bizarre after watching Mom carry the twins. She was already at the awkward, uncomfortable waddle stage at this point, and I don't see a damn bit of difference in the size of my belly, even if the little monster's already big enough to wallop me in the ribs now and then. Maybe because it was twins? Thank the gods for small favors, if that means at least I've only got one. With more than one set of twins among my siblings, I wouldn't have been surprised. Horrified, sure, but surprised?
Kick. Well, you've got enough legs for two. I bump against the tree trunk again, and the kid kicks back. Mouthy little imp. Bump. Kick. Bump. Kick. The corner of my mouth twitches, a flicker of rebellion against my efforts to keep a straight face. You're a little weirdo, you know that? Kick. Alright, kid, time to let up. There's only so much of your acrobatics my insides can take at once. Moving usually works when it's getting a little too enthusiastic, so I leave the shelter of the willow I've grown rather fond of and set off on a good wander. Kid'll calm down soon enough.
Kick. Hush, you.
Once again, I've spent a little too much time alone with my thoughts. Or, alone with my thoughts and the tiny beast taking over my body. Far better to find some company and a bit of entertainment, and isn't it just so handy when a pretty young thing presents herself for just that. She's tall too, black blanketed in snowfall and soot, with the traditional jungle tattoo climbing up her leg. I don't see her individual tattoo, but they can be sneaky sometimes. Mom's is. I like a girl with a sense of subtlety.
Not that I'd turn up my nose at a girl with a flair for the dramatic. Not with coloring like mine, violet mane spilling down my powder blue neck, covering the steely blue shoulder markings. Still, there's something very classic and classy about pulling off black and white, and she does it well. Though I do like the flash of gold on her ankle. That's a nice touch.
“It's a little cold out for a jungle girl, isn't it?” I ask, and the smile on my face is friendly even as interest creeps into my eyes. “Whatever your reason, I'm glad you braved the weather. Name's Ryss and it's a pleasure to meet you.” Or at least a girl can hope.
Don't worry, I want you out just as badly as you do, kid. I'm not even showing yet, which feels bizarre after watching Mom carry the twins. She was already at the awkward, uncomfortable waddle stage at this point, and I don't see a damn bit of difference in the size of my belly, even if the little monster's already big enough to wallop me in the ribs now and then. Maybe because it was twins? Thank the gods for small favors, if that means at least I've only got one. With more than one set of twins among my siblings, I wouldn't have been surprised. Horrified, sure, but surprised?
Kick. Well, you've got enough legs for two. I bump against the tree trunk again, and the kid kicks back. Mouthy little imp. Bump. Kick. Bump. Kick. The corner of my mouth twitches, a flicker of rebellion against my efforts to keep a straight face. You're a little weirdo, you know that? Kick. Alright, kid, time to let up. There's only so much of your acrobatics my insides can take at once. Moving usually works when it's getting a little too enthusiastic, so I leave the shelter of the willow I've grown rather fond of and set off on a good wander. Kid'll calm down soon enough.
Kick. Hush, you.
Once again, I've spent a little too much time alone with my thoughts. Or, alone with my thoughts and the tiny beast taking over my body. Far better to find some company and a bit of entertainment, and isn't it just so handy when a pretty young thing presents herself for just that. She's tall too, black blanketed in snowfall and soot, with the traditional jungle tattoo climbing up her leg. I don't see her individual tattoo, but they can be sneaky sometimes. Mom's is. I like a girl with a sense of subtlety.
Not that I'd turn up my nose at a girl with a flair for the dramatic. Not with coloring like mine, violet mane spilling down my powder blue neck, covering the steely blue shoulder markings. Still, there's something very classic and classy about pulling off black and white, and she does it well. Though I do like the flash of gold on her ankle. That's a nice touch.
“It's a little cold out for a jungle girl, isn't it?” I ask, and the smile on my face is friendly even as interest creeps into my eyes. “Whatever your reason, I'm glad you braved the weather. Name's Ryss and it's a pleasure to meet you.” Or at least a girl can hope.
Daeryssa
of the restless heart