Rainforest Cliffs
08-03-2017, 02:01 PM
Luckily for Yael, it seems that her little outburst goes unnoticed. With a deep breath, the golden former Seer turns and tucks her wings in tightly against her swollen sides, huddling under her cloak as she braces herself against the deluge of rain. She can feel tiny hooves straining against her sides, the tightening of her body as it prepares to give life to the child she’s been protecting. The many-times over mother fights it, attempting to use sheer will power to keep the contractions at bay.
How long that will work is unforeseeable, but the tiny mother knows that she must find shelter, and perhaps solitude, if she is to deliver this child stress-free. Stress-free? Ha, that’s a good one. Part of her wants to reach out to someone, to ask them to come with her – but Amaris is with the horned woman, children will be no help, and everyone else is walking away. So Yael is on her own once again, and Adonai, she hopes her child will not fault her for it. Thin, elegant legs take her away from the gathering , breath and mind and muscles clenched in resolution about what is to come.
They would be ok. It would all be ok. It has to be.
How long that will work is unforeseeable, but the tiny mother knows that she must find shelter, and perhaps solitude, if she is to deliver this child stress-free. Stress-free? Ha, that’s a good one. Part of her wants to reach out to someone, to ask them to come with her – but Amaris is with the horned woman, children will be no help, and everyone else is walking away. So Yael is on her own once again, and Adonai, she hopes her child will not fault her for it. Thin, elegant legs take her away from the gathering , breath and mind and muscles clenched in resolution about what is to come.
They would be ok. It would all be ok. It has to be.
