The Portal
07-31-2017, 05:47 PM
”Amarees?” Her accented voice seems to come from someone else, from some ghost version of herself, as it wafts through the darkness and mists. Luckily for Yael, she is the only one with such vocal qualities, and to her friend, she hopes there can be no mistakes as to who calls her name. This seems a familiar scene, what with the mists and all, as each woman has found the other in some part of the Edge’s fog-wrapped forest. But this, as they both know, is entirely different. Too different. Heart-breakingly different.
Her normally lean, rib-tight body swells with a giant child, and she can no longer hide it. Not that she’d want to keep this a secret from her friend, but Yael doesn’t want the focus to be on her. She doesn’t deserve that type of attention (it is an odd sort of mental oscillation that she rides, swinging from one end to the other on several emotional axis). “Amarees, ees zat you?” Slowly, two shapes begin to take shape until the tiny mare is all of a sudden upon the both of them. She offers the filly, who carries an edge of familiarity in her features, though Yael obviously cannot know who’s daughter she is, a weary smile. They seemed to be a little more upbeat than the rest of the Helovians, and it makes the mother in her quite glad.
Until she sees the slick coat of Amaris’s skin, that is. Brown eyes go wide as Yael takes it in. She’d been burned by molten metal, but the wounds from the God’s blood would heal in time. It is normal. Slime? How does one get rid of that?. She refrains from asking anything aloud, sure that the woman could see the questions and concern in her gaze.
Zani could care less, of course, letting out only the occasional, pitiful yowl of protest to her now rocking gait. He is a most unhappy little kitten.
Her normally lean, rib-tight body swells with a giant child, and she can no longer hide it. Not that she’d want to keep this a secret from her friend, but Yael doesn’t want the focus to be on her. She doesn’t deserve that type of attention (it is an odd sort of mental oscillation that she rides, swinging from one end to the other on several emotional axis). “Amarees, ees zat you?” Slowly, two shapes begin to take shape until the tiny mare is all of a sudden upon the both of them. She offers the filly, who carries an edge of familiarity in her features, though Yael obviously cannot know who’s daughter she is, a weary smile. They seemed to be a little more upbeat than the rest of the Helovians, and it makes the mother in her quite glad.
Until she sees the slick coat of Amaris’s skin, that is. Brown eyes go wide as Yael takes it in. She’d been burned by molten metal, but the wounds from the God’s blood would heal in time. It is normal. Slime? How does one get rid of that?. She refrains from asking anything aloud, sure that the woman could see the questions and concern in her gaze.
Zani could care less, of course, letting out only the occasional, pitiful yowl of protest to her now rocking gait. He is a most unhappy little kitten.
Yael
a lover of the light
@Otem @Amaris
-crash lands- Sorry not sorrrrrry
