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This birth nearly killed her, she felt it. The pain was different, the labor was long and the child took four seconds too long to take her first desperate breath. Padme was born on the bottom of the Mountain, in a cave with only her mother and the bats that dwelled there. City made a bed of moss and pushed for hours, long grueling hours. The mother did not come out of the rocky cavern for three days and on the third night she finally emerged with her piebald daughter in tow. It was a close one.
She begins her ascent with the newborn as if it might not kill the child. She’s careful, stopping often and guiding the girl over obstacles and away from crumbling edges. This journey is as much a part of her life as anything that might lay before her after today, if she survives it, she’ll be stronger for it. The wobbly newborn is fearless, maybe stupidly slow, and begins to get annoyed at her mother’s gentle guidance, pinning her tiny ears at the gray mare. City chuckles, and mocks a bite, reminding the child she is not in charge.
The journey is long and takes them the whole night and half of the early morning. When the pair arrives at the top the child is alive and well. The mother breathes heavily through flared nostrils and her skinny sides heave just so. There is blood trickling down her hind legs still, dark and slow.
<div align=right><b>CITY & PADME</b>
<i>the high black water, the devil's daughter</i></div>
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@[Officials] --- she wants to quest for phoenix type immortality
This birth nearly killed her, she felt it. The pain was different, the labor was long and the child took four seconds too long to take her first desperate breath. Padme was born on the bottom of the Mountain, in a cave with only her mother and the bats that dwelled there. City made a bed of moss and pushed for hours, long grueling hours. The mother did not come out of the rocky cavern for three days and on the third night she finally emerged with her piebald daughter in tow. It was a close one.
She begins her ascent with the newborn as if it might not kill the child. She’s careful, stopping often and guiding the girl over obstacles and away from crumbling edges. This journey is as much a part of her life as anything that might lay before her after today, if she survives it, she’ll be stronger for it. The wobbly newborn is fearless, maybe stupidly slow, and begins to get annoyed at her mother’s gentle guidance, pinning her tiny ears at the gray mare. City chuckles, and mocks a bite, reminding the child she is not in charge.
The journey is long and takes them the whole night and half of the early morning. When the pair arrives at the top the child is alive and well. The mother breathes heavily through flared nostrils and her skinny sides heave just so. There is blood trickling down her hind legs still, dark and slow.
<div align=right><b>CITY & PADME</b>
<i>the high black water, the devil's daughter</i></div>
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@[Officials] --- she wants to quest for phoenix type immortality
