09-01-2016, 12:28 AM
the dead are gone, and the living are hungry.
If there’s any silver lining in any of this, it’s that pregnancy does not suit her sister well. Larken has grown especially ornery over the winter months, and her belly has expanded to a ridiculous size. Her abilities too, have become increasingly predictable, and Lexa has been treated to more than one instance where Larken has accidentally dropped a rain shower on her own self. It might be cruel to laugh at her sister’s predicament, but she can’t help herself. Larken is the one that got herself into this mess after all.
And Lexa might as well laugh at it while she can. Soon enough there will be a child in the world. A child with a wildly irresponsible mother.
She still hasn’t decided what to do on that front. She’s talked to Larken about the pregnancy, but neither of them have broached the subject of after. When there’s a living, breathing child to look after.
It had been different with Jinju. Lexa had decided to take on that responsibility, and Jinju had chosen her. But this child … Larken hadn’t chosen this child. She’d had one, silly fling in the meadow, and unintended consequences.
Options rush through her head as she continues on her border patrol, forcing her way angrily through the underbrush. Any way she looks at the situation, she feels like she’s going to end up raising the child herself. But, who knows. Maybe the responsibility will make Larken grow up.
Yeah right.
She’s rounding a particularly old rubber tree when her thoughts are interrupted by the scent of another. A foreigner. She moves into action immediately, tracking the scent to the border’s edge, where a mare awaits. She’s pleased to see that, once again, Riva has beaten her there. She gives the paint a friendly nicker before turning to the winged newcomer with the faintest hint of smile on her face. This stranger has at least respected their borders, which is more than she can say for some of their other visitors lately. She will do her best to be friendly and welcoming. “How can we help you?”
And Lexa might as well laugh at it while she can. Soon enough there will be a child in the world. A child with a wildly irresponsible mother.
She still hasn’t decided what to do on that front. She’s talked to Larken about the pregnancy, but neither of them have broached the subject of after. When there’s a living, breathing child to look after.
It had been different with Jinju. Lexa had decided to take on that responsibility, and Jinju had chosen her. But this child … Larken hadn’t chosen this child. She’d had one, silly fling in the meadow, and unintended consequences.
Options rush through her head as she continues on her border patrol, forcing her way angrily through the underbrush. Any way she looks at the situation, she feels like she’s going to end up raising the child herself. But, who knows. Maybe the responsibility will make Larken grow up.
Yeah right.
She’s rounding a particularly old rubber tree when her thoughts are interrupted by the scent of another. A foreigner. She moves into action immediately, tracking the scent to the border’s edge, where a mare awaits. She’s pleased to see that, once again, Riva has beaten her there. She gives the paint a friendly nicker before turning to the winged newcomer with the faintest hint of smile on her face. This stranger has at least respected their borders, which is more than she can say for some of their other visitors lately. She will do her best to be friendly and welcoming. “How can we help you?”
lexa