[open] your waves are pulling me under; velkan, birthing

[Eva]

your waves are pulling me under
i'm caught in your riptide

There was no better blessing than being a mother she decided. After taking some time to just herself, Eva realized she had never been missing a piece of she was. She had never been lost, never forgot her identity of who she truly was in the end. Being a leader and a mother only completed the puzzle of who she was. It made her a stronger person, capable of leading her island family and caring for them as a mother. Eva wanted more than ever to be her best self. It was important for her knowing she could become stronger and grow as an individual, especially for those she cared and loved. Ever since the late Tephra king came and removed her adopted mother from the throne, it had made her realized her home would need someone to look out for them, need someone who would always protect them. She knew she had to be that pillar of strength and love for them all. The purple sea mare hums a melody she always finds herself singing after a birth. It was one she loved so much Adria used to sing to her when she first came to Ischia. A song she wishes to past onto all her children—the beautiful island song. It was easy for Eva to become lost in moments like these, sharing the very few moments alone she would get with her children being so new to the world. These were precious times together—moments she looks back fondly onto with all her children now. Eva knows that her dear friend will be here soon. He is always close by, allowing her to take her time and giving her the space, she needs. Birth was a beautiful thing, and an experience she wished everyone could experience, but there was a deeper connection she found when she was alone—when it was just her and nature. When Velkan does come, she is always warm, so when she hears his hooves on the soft sand, she turns her gaze to him. Her golden gaze is warm and bright, sparkling with love and adoration. The purple nereid embraces his warmth, nuzzling him back in return too. “Do you not like their names?” She asks with some concern in her voice. Eva had never thought of asking Aodhan or Velkan if they had liked their children’s name she had picked out. It felt strange to consider their opinion on the matter, but perhaps Velkan did want an opinion next time. Her lips curl up in a smile though, forgetting any concerns about their new children’s names. It was too late now, and she is already feeling overwhelmed with happiness at the addition for their family now. “They are truly beautiful,” she says in agreement and turns to admire her new set of twins. “And now we have our hands yet full again,” she says with a soft chuckle. Twins—yet again, but Eva couldn’t be happier.

Eva

the dame of ischia

@[Velkan]