05-27-2021, 02:34 PM
When Bee had first realized her pregnancy, she had gone into a mode of frantic panic - what will Paradox think of her? Even moreso, what would Raul think of her? The gentle stallion had taken the twins in and had been a father figure to them their entire lives. Would he be judgemental that the young girl had fallen pregnant when she is hardly an adult herself? Or would he be a supportive grandfather figure to the budding life growing inside of the witch?
It had taken several weeks before she was able to tell just her brother, and Paradox had been appropriately overjoyed for his sister. ‘I’m going to be an uncle!’ he had exclaimed exuberantly, rearing up in his excitement. Bee had giggled and quieted her brother - she was only telling him, she had reminded him, and she didn’t want all of Tephra to know of her pregnancy. Mostly because she wasn’t ready to tell Raul and risk his disappointment, but also, whose business was it but hers?
She uses her witchcraft to select herbs to promote a healthy pregnancy - chasteberries, red clover, red raspberry leaves, and the like - and uses them to make potions and tonics and compresses for days when the nausea and body aches are too much. She uses her powers to discover that she’s not carrying one, but two girls, just as alike as they are different. She isn’t sure the powers they will hold - maybe they will be witches, like their mother, or maybe they’ll inherit a different type of magic from their father - but as they grow within her, she begins to adore them.
When the morning of her labor finally arrives, she is well prepared with pain-relieving tonics, herbs to stimulate milk flow just in case, and even herbs that will help stop bleeding if the labor proves too much for her young body. She is scared, and incredibly lonely, but the twins stop for nothing.
It is late in the evening before Bewitched leaves the grove of trees where the birthing had occurred, ushering two identical fillies ahead of her. She is exhausted, and covered in sweat and dirt and blood, but she will worry about herself later. “Come now, girls,” she murmurs as they make their way towards the river that flows through the kingdom, and off they set.
It had taken several weeks before she was able to tell just her brother, and Paradox had been appropriately overjoyed for his sister. ‘I’m going to be an uncle!’ he had exclaimed exuberantly, rearing up in his excitement. Bee had giggled and quieted her brother - she was only telling him, she had reminded him, and she didn’t want all of Tephra to know of her pregnancy. Mostly because she wasn’t ready to tell Raul and risk his disappointment, but also, whose business was it but hers?
She uses her witchcraft to select herbs to promote a healthy pregnancy - chasteberries, red clover, red raspberry leaves, and the like - and uses them to make potions and tonics and compresses for days when the nausea and body aches are too much. She uses her powers to discover that she’s not carrying one, but two girls, just as alike as they are different. She isn’t sure the powers they will hold - maybe they will be witches, like their mother, or maybe they’ll inherit a different type of magic from their father - but as they grow within her, she begins to adore them.
When the morning of her labor finally arrives, she is well prepared with pain-relieving tonics, herbs to stimulate milk flow just in case, and even herbs that will help stop bleeding if the labor proves too much for her young body. She is scared, and incredibly lonely, but the twins stop for nothing.
It is late in the evening before Bewitched leaves the grove of trees where the birthing had occurred, ushering two identical fillies ahead of her. She is exhausted, and covered in sweat and dirt and blood, but she will worry about herself later. “Come now, girls,” she murmurs as they make their way towards the river that flows through the kingdom, and off they set.