05-24-2018, 01:36 PM
It was a beautiful day, a perfect day. One of those days that makes you happy to be alive. He had spent the morning grazing on the tough and salty seagrass that flourished this close to the water. Nyxa should be back from her morning swim any time now. In the meantime, he rested in the sun, thinking back on their meeting with Brennen. It hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped, but they were still here so that's what mattered.
As time had worn on, it became more and more clear that travelling would have been a burden on his mate. The smooth planes of Nyxa's body had rounded out over the last few months, and her breathing grew labored over activities that wouldn't have phased her before. Between this and the new undercurrents of her scent, he had hardly been surprised when one night he was kicked awake. Groggily it registered that there was some unusual activity occurring from within the sea mare's abdomen. Since that night, Nyxa was never far from his senses. As the weather warmed, his excitement had grown enormous. Whatever child Nyxa bore was bound to be incredible, clever and beautiful.
Quietly though, he worried. His blindness was not an effect of disease or injury. It was a fault of his birth, and therefore there was a decent chance that his offspring could inherit it. He had not expressed these concerns to Nyxa, knowing she would deny any worry of his with her unfailing confidence. She loved him unconditionally, and he was entirely certain that love would extend to whatever child they created together. Still, he had to hope...
When Nyxa called him with uncompromised urgency, he knew their world was about to change forever.
It was not difficult to locate her. The sea mare's breath was hard and fast, and he could hear her steps moving erratically. A thread of panic tightened around his throat. "I'm here Nyx, what do you need me to do?" He wasn't entirely successful in keeping anxiety from his voice, though he gave it his best effort. Stepping from side to side, he kissed her forehead softly, frightened by the pain she seemed to be in. With a soft voice, he tried to coax her forward, to move them toward the sheltered overhang they often slept under. Judging by the way Nyxa's flanks were rippling though, he was becoming doubtful about making it the short walk up the beach. "Just breath, love. Everything will be fine. Just a little while longer and we get to meet the little one who's been beating you up these last few weeks." He laughed a little helplessly, and then his voice rumbled like a summer thunderstorm. Nature was taking matters into its own hands.
@[Nyxa]
As time had worn on, it became more and more clear that travelling would have been a burden on his mate. The smooth planes of Nyxa's body had rounded out over the last few months, and her breathing grew labored over activities that wouldn't have phased her before. Between this and the new undercurrents of her scent, he had hardly been surprised when one night he was kicked awake. Groggily it registered that there was some unusual activity occurring from within the sea mare's abdomen. Since that night, Nyxa was never far from his senses. As the weather warmed, his excitement had grown enormous. Whatever child Nyxa bore was bound to be incredible, clever and beautiful.
Quietly though, he worried. His blindness was not an effect of disease or injury. It was a fault of his birth, and therefore there was a decent chance that his offspring could inherit it. He had not expressed these concerns to Nyxa, knowing she would deny any worry of his with her unfailing confidence. She loved him unconditionally, and he was entirely certain that love would extend to whatever child they created together. Still, he had to hope...
When Nyxa called him with uncompromised urgency, he knew their world was about to change forever.
It was not difficult to locate her. The sea mare's breath was hard and fast, and he could hear her steps moving erratically. A thread of panic tightened around his throat. "I'm here Nyx, what do you need me to do?" He wasn't entirely successful in keeping anxiety from his voice, though he gave it his best effort. Stepping from side to side, he kissed her forehead softly, frightened by the pain she seemed to be in. With a soft voice, he tried to coax her forward, to move them toward the sheltered overhang they often slept under. Judging by the way Nyxa's flanks were rippling though, he was becoming doubtful about making it the short walk up the beach. "Just breath, love. Everything will be fine. Just a little while longer and we get to meet the little one who's been beating you up these last few weeks." He laughed a little helplessly, and then his voice rumbled like a summer thunderstorm. Nature was taking matters into its own hands.
@[Nyxa]