08-06-2019, 01:42 PM
SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
She has been a fool, she realizes too late as she stumbles into Tephra, heavily pregnant and terrified. The moon hangs full and bright in the night sky when she finally stumbles into a patch of flowers her mother so lovingly crafted. (And she knows these are Leliana’s by the red petals and the way they curl to her.) Her breathing comes in gasps and whimpers, shocked at the pain that comes with each contraction. Leli had spoken of each birth like some perfect blessing and never mentioned the fear or the agony, she thinks with a furrowed brow. Sabbath rolls onto her side and tries her best not to cry out as each second summons a new wave of pain.
The hours pass like this, her gritting her teeth while the starlight illuminates the sheen of sweat across her neck. Her dark forelock presses to her face now as she gives her final push, allowing her daughter to slip onto the ground beside her. Despite her exhaustion, she holds her breath and listens for those first cries. Her heart hammers against her ribs as the seconds tick by like hours. Is she healthy? Is she as beautiful as Sabbath had dreamed during the winter months? Finally, she hears clumsy movements and first breaths, and she lifts herself up carefully to look at the tiny girl.
Black as the sky she was born under and infinitely more gorgeous than she could ever hope.
She lowers her head, careful not to poke and prod her daughter with her broken horn, and kisses her small face as she begins to clean her. Fat tears swell to the brim of her eyelids as she laughs in relief at how perfect her child is. Not a single scale across her body! Not one sharp tooth! Sabbath nuzzles her face against her girl’s shoulder and breathes a long sigh before stepping back to give her space.
“I’m tired too, but you have to stand now,” she whispers softly, her reptilian eyes soft with love for the first time in so long. The pink light of dawn begins to creep over the horizon, making all the scales across her body shimmer as she waits patiently.
The hours pass like this, her gritting her teeth while the starlight illuminates the sheen of sweat across her neck. Her dark forelock presses to her face now as she gives her final push, allowing her daughter to slip onto the ground beside her. Despite her exhaustion, she holds her breath and listens for those first cries. Her heart hammers against her ribs as the seconds tick by like hours. Is she healthy? Is she as beautiful as Sabbath had dreamed during the winter months? Finally, she hears clumsy movements and first breaths, and she lifts herself up carefully to look at the tiny girl.
Black as the sky she was born under and infinitely more gorgeous than she could ever hope.
She lowers her head, careful not to poke and prod her daughter with her broken horn, and kisses her small face as she begins to clean her. Fat tears swell to the brim of her eyelids as she laughs in relief at how perfect her child is. Not a single scale across her body! Not one sharp tooth! Sabbath nuzzles her face against her girl’s shoulder and breathes a long sigh before stepping back to give her space.
“I’m tired too, but you have to stand now,” she whispers softly, her reptilian eyes soft with love for the first time in so long. The pink light of dawn begins to creep over the horizon, making all the scales across her body shimmer as she waits patiently.