could i use you as a warning sign - Isobell

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

She is feeling her body clench and release. It is a create all it's own as her mind separates the feeling of her pain from the logic and rational thinking that she usually holds.

Knees are buckling and digging into the soft sand. Scales flick of like thin flower petals at the unnatural movements that force her body down to the warm ground. She grits, groans, eyes slamming shut as she breathes slowly to try and ease the contractions. Isobell exhales as her body allows her to fall completely to the ground so that her swollen sides lift and fall with each jagged breath.

The contractions seize her body again, a woman possessed, and she pushes against them as her body commands despite her lack of experience. Isobell looks to Ivar (knowing he is meeting her with an equally frightened gaze) but she manages to draw herself upward to her feet again to rock against her weight but the water calls for her.

Isobell sinks beneath the waves, her body easing with the need of water met but not long befor the child begins to emerge. Minutes tick by like creaking hands on a broken clock, she moans, pushes, groans, pushes, hot tears and searing pain and she still pushes...

A boy, grey as a morning storm and patched with white, emerges. He is large, strong and eager for food. his small form instinctively draws water into his lungs...and breathing. Isobell had watched carefully to rescue the boy (a boy!) if need be but no...no, he is a kelpie! She is beaming and her heart bursting with love as she moves to gather the long legged boy and take him to the surface so he may rest.

"Ivar, look." Isobell coos lovingly. She had never known such love as she gazes upon the grullo painted child before looking to the kelpie man himself.  "He is beautiful." The woman whispers into the neck of the taller man as she embraces him before ushering the young boy to nurse.

He is a handsome creature, the color of his granddam and just as handsome as his father. Isobell smiles wearily up at Ivar, her silver eyes nearly glowing in the depths of her happiness. "We did it." She whispers softly, gazing upon their child as he suckled greedily.