04-07-2016, 09:08 PM
Her first instinct is to call for her mother, but she knows that is futile. She’s called a hundred times, and there’s never been an answer. There never will be.
She calls for Caeli, instead; just like before, there is no answer. There hasn’t been for a long time, but the pain seems unbearable and my god, she isn’t exactly sure what to do. She’s panting and heaving on the ground, and then there’s an urge to push, and so she does. Soon, a brightly colored bundle slips out of her, and she noses it clean before the second one comes out, though this one is darker and colored like herself. Oh! But it has wings! Then the pain is gone, and she does her best to clean up the two - girls? Yes! Kerowyn gasps a little in awe. How did she make two such pretty little things?
Girls. Apparently like mother, like daughter, she thinks with a soft smile. Wouldn’t Caeli (and her mother?) just love to see them? The three of them stand, and Kerowyn urges her babies to nurse. Oh goodness, they are just so adorable. “Come on, Tamora,” she says to the chestnut girl, and then looks at her only minutes-younger sister, “You too, Marigny.” They come and nurse, their little tails flicking back and forth. She closes her eyes in contentment. This is the happiest she's felt in a long time.
Motherhood isn't too bad after all.
[i don't know why its being bad with html :/ ]
@[Dianna]
She calls for Caeli, instead; just like before, there is no answer. There hasn’t been for a long time, but the pain seems unbearable and my god, she isn’t exactly sure what to do. She’s panting and heaving on the ground, and then there’s an urge to push, and so she does. Soon, a brightly colored bundle slips out of her, and she noses it clean before the second one comes out, though this one is darker and colored like herself. Oh! But it has wings! Then the pain is gone, and she does her best to clean up the two - girls? Yes! Kerowyn gasps a little in awe. How did she make two such pretty little things?
Girls. Apparently like mother, like daughter, she thinks with a soft smile. Wouldn’t Caeli (and her mother?) just love to see them? The three of them stand, and Kerowyn urges her babies to nurse. Oh goodness, they are just so adorable. “Come on, Tamora,” she says to the chestnut girl, and then looks at her only minutes-younger sister, “You too, Marigny.” They come and nurse, their little tails flicking back and forth. She closes her eyes in contentment. This is the happiest she's felt in a long time.
Motherhood isn't too bad after all.
[i don't know why its being bad with html :/ ]
@[Dianna]