11-26-2018, 11:23 AM
Aww, you’re such a fierce momma.
"Fierce and fat, thanks to you," she bites back. In spite of the indignant huff, she can't hide the smile in her voice or the teasing brightness her dark eyes shine with. It was so easy to lose herself in the maddening chaos of the plague and terrain claims, but it was nearly blissful to find some thread of humor in his attempt at irritation. Not that she wasn't slightly irritated by his patronizing tone, opting to show her displeasure with a firm nip to his hindquarters as he moved to her side, but for all their time together, she had come to understand his poking was done out of affection. And despite every eye roll, heated glare, or rock thrown at his head his actions received as reactions from her, they were all usually shortly followed by a smile or a laugh.
Usually.
"It's probably dark." Smiling amusedly to herself, she raises her pale head to rest across his back for support. It amazed her how much pregnancy seemed to take all of the energy out of her, feeling as though her head weighed three times as much as it normally did. Her eyes sleepily begin to drift shut, "I imagine it's possible they can hear us." The cheeky smile of hers grows wider, feeling the gentle press of his nose into the taut pull of her sides. It's a brief moment, but she revels in the rare quiet surrounding them and the soft light of happiness that had been so evading as of late.
"It is," she admits to him, her expression fading as soon as the words leave her lips. She's not sure if he had meant physically or mentally, but in truth, it was both. "I'm not unhappy about having a child, Leilan, in fact, I'm fairly excited. But I worry about the chaotic world they'll be brought into and their well-being. And... I'm scared for them."
She might have said more than, might have further confessed her fear of not being a good mother and the fear that she might not raise the child properly, but her thoughts are cut short by the spike of pain rolling across her flanks. With a sharp intake of breath, she recoils, withdrawing her head from its perch atop his back. The pain is persistent today, unyielding, and it nearly crumples her where she stood. But somehow, when the black that swirled her vision begins to clear, she finds herself laying in the same softer area she had been moments before Leilan had materialized.
There's no memory to recall of doing this before, but when the contractions intensify and elongate, even her fear of the unknown does not prevent her body from acting in its natural accordance. Each struggle for breath and each distraught push feels like an eternity, closing her eyes as if in desperate prayer, she rests her head helplessly against the unforgiving cold of the floor. And with a final breath and bearing, it's over. Shakily, her body curls back as she folds her legs beneath her, and her curious eyes fall onto the shivering foal beside her. Not wasting time to fawn over the beauty of the child just yet, the new mother does her best to rid the debris of birth before another sharp pain causes her to falter. But it's there and gone in an instant and for now, she ignores it, instead of taking in the dark chocolate body and solid gold locks of their newborn daughter.
Obviously tired, but smiling nonetheless, her gaze rises in an attempt to find Leilan's. She might have caught his eye for only a moment before the crippling pain is back again and it's all she can do to not cry out in surprise and lay her head back down again in the brief lull before the pain of labor overtakes her again. It seems quicker this time, or maybe she's number or not quite as scared of the pain this second time, but after a few more pushes from her aching sides, the ferocity of the pain recedes to nothing. Again, she pulls her protesting body up to look beside her, marveling at the sight of another foal that now rested beside its earlier sibling. As she had done with the first, the second is quickly cleaned. Another girl, this one paler, but just as beautiful as her twin with similar gold crowning her mane and tail.
With the purest of adoration, the new mother touches her dark lips to each of them in turn, murmuring softly against their downy fur the magnitude of love she felt for them. It was inexplicable, and a love unknown to her until just now, but it was nothing short of beautiful. And it's only when she is content that the pain had fled for good this time, does she brave a glance at their father with an exhausted, but equally just as happy smile.
"What shall we name our daughters?"
@[Leilan]
"Fierce and fat, thanks to you," she bites back. In spite of the indignant huff, she can't hide the smile in her voice or the teasing brightness her dark eyes shine with. It was so easy to lose herself in the maddening chaos of the plague and terrain claims, but it was nearly blissful to find some thread of humor in his attempt at irritation. Not that she wasn't slightly irritated by his patronizing tone, opting to show her displeasure with a firm nip to his hindquarters as he moved to her side, but for all their time together, she had come to understand his poking was done out of affection. And despite every eye roll, heated glare, or rock thrown at his head his actions received as reactions from her, they were all usually shortly followed by a smile or a laugh.
Usually.
"It's probably dark." Smiling amusedly to herself, she raises her pale head to rest across his back for support. It amazed her how much pregnancy seemed to take all of the energy out of her, feeling as though her head weighed three times as much as it normally did. Her eyes sleepily begin to drift shut, "I imagine it's possible they can hear us." The cheeky smile of hers grows wider, feeling the gentle press of his nose into the taut pull of her sides. It's a brief moment, but she revels in the rare quiet surrounding them and the soft light of happiness that had been so evading as of late.
"It is," she admits to him, her expression fading as soon as the words leave her lips. She's not sure if he had meant physically or mentally, but in truth, it was both. "I'm not unhappy about having a child, Leilan, in fact, I'm fairly excited. But I worry about the chaotic world they'll be brought into and their well-being. And... I'm scared for them."
She might have said more than, might have further confessed her fear of not being a good mother and the fear that she might not raise the child properly, but her thoughts are cut short by the spike of pain rolling across her flanks. With a sharp intake of breath, she recoils, withdrawing her head from its perch atop his back. The pain is persistent today, unyielding, and it nearly crumples her where she stood. But somehow, when the black that swirled her vision begins to clear, she finds herself laying in the same softer area she had been moments before Leilan had materialized.
There's no memory to recall of doing this before, but when the contractions intensify and elongate, even her fear of the unknown does not prevent her body from acting in its natural accordance. Each struggle for breath and each distraught push feels like an eternity, closing her eyes as if in desperate prayer, she rests her head helplessly against the unforgiving cold of the floor. And with a final breath and bearing, it's over. Shakily, her body curls back as she folds her legs beneath her, and her curious eyes fall onto the shivering foal beside her. Not wasting time to fawn over the beauty of the child just yet, the new mother does her best to rid the debris of birth before another sharp pain causes her to falter. But it's there and gone in an instant and for now, she ignores it, instead of taking in the dark chocolate body and solid gold locks of their newborn daughter.
Obviously tired, but smiling nonetheless, her gaze rises in an attempt to find Leilan's. She might have caught his eye for only a moment before the crippling pain is back again and it's all she can do to not cry out in surprise and lay her head back down again in the brief lull before the pain of labor overtakes her again. It seems quicker this time, or maybe she's number or not quite as scared of the pain this second time, but after a few more pushes from her aching sides, the ferocity of the pain recedes to nothing. Again, she pulls her protesting body up to look beside her, marveling at the sight of another foal that now rested beside its earlier sibling. As she had done with the first, the second is quickly cleaned. Another girl, this one paler, but just as beautiful as her twin with similar gold crowning her mane and tail.
With the purest of adoration, the new mother touches her dark lips to each of them in turn, murmuring softly against their downy fur the magnitude of love she felt for them. It was inexplicable, and a love unknown to her until just now, but it was nothing short of beautiful. And it's only when she is content that the pain had fled for good this time, does she brave a glance at their father with an exhausted, but equally just as happy smile.
"What shall we name our daughters?"
@[Leilan]