01-21-2018, 12:59 AM
Although she has loved being pregnant (the feeling of her child shifting in her womb is a feeling she will never grow sick of), Wound is ready to have her little one outside her body. The final weeks of pregnancy seem to drag on eternally and the silver bay finds herself leaving Tephra — and in the last week, her designated birthing place — less frequently. It’s difficult to move around, with her heavy limp from her foreleg and the added weight of her child.
She is worried as well. Wound is a frazzled mess of hormones and ‘what ifs’ and anxiety. Tephra has been relatively busy lately, and Warrick along with it, and so she hasn’t found the time to seek him out to announce that he will have another son or daughter. That lends her some degree of discomfort, as shame and guilt burrow themselves deep among the corners of her heart to nestle alongside concern and apprehension. Yet as spring finds its way onto Tephra’s humid island, her nerves steel themselves into a brutal sort of confidence.
The first of her contractions start in the late hours of morning. It is a tight gripping along the sides of her womb, a constriction that aches for a brief moment before fading away. Wound grunts at the sensation, a mouthful of grass muting the sound slightly. However, the cramping does not pick up speed until the early hours of the evening, when the sun’s rays begin to stretch the shadows as it lowers itself to hide beneath the horizon.
She had not known such pain, but it felt natural. Although each contraction felt as though her insides were being shredded apart, Wound felt a connection to the world turning around her that she couldn’t ever begin to explain. The stars less foreign, the grass softer, the waves more soothing. The pain she endured was easy with the comforts of the earth around her, encouraging her on. “You are bringing life to the world,” it whispered to her.
Wound cleans the afterbirth from her child now. Her muscles are twitching with fatigue as the sun begins to rise. In the dawn light, she catches the first colors of her daughter. Bay, but a mahogany color that catches the pale hues of pink and orange and purple from the sunrise. A quiet, startled sigh flutters out of her mouth. Wound wonders if she would ever see anything more beautiful.
@[Warrick] Anyone else is welcome to reply <33
She is worried as well. Wound is a frazzled mess of hormones and ‘what ifs’ and anxiety. Tephra has been relatively busy lately, and Warrick along with it, and so she hasn’t found the time to seek him out to announce that he will have another son or daughter. That lends her some degree of discomfort, as shame and guilt burrow themselves deep among the corners of her heart to nestle alongside concern and apprehension. Yet as spring finds its way onto Tephra’s humid island, her nerves steel themselves into a brutal sort of confidence.
The first of her contractions start in the late hours of morning. It is a tight gripping along the sides of her womb, a constriction that aches for a brief moment before fading away. Wound grunts at the sensation, a mouthful of grass muting the sound slightly. However, the cramping does not pick up speed until the early hours of the evening, when the sun’s rays begin to stretch the shadows as it lowers itself to hide beneath the horizon.
She had not known such pain, but it felt natural. Although each contraction felt as though her insides were being shredded apart, Wound felt a connection to the world turning around her that she couldn’t ever begin to explain. The stars less foreign, the grass softer, the waves more soothing. The pain she endured was easy with the comforts of the earth around her, encouraging her on. “You are bringing life to the world,” it whispered to her.
Wound cleans the afterbirth from her child now. Her muscles are twitching with fatigue as the sun begins to rise. In the dawn light, she catches the first colors of her daughter. Bay, but a mahogany color that catches the pale hues of pink and orange and purple from the sunrise. A quiet, startled sigh flutters out of her mouth. Wound wonders if she would ever see anything more beautiful.
@[Warrick] Anyone else is welcome to reply <33