Nyxa
Since meeting Brennen, Nyxa has found it most prudent to keep as far away from the rest of Ischia as she can.
Hod’s cove is perfectly suited for her needs while their child grows inside of her. It’s shores remain reclusive, accessible only to the strongest of swimmers or those who could travel in other ways. Out here, near the back end of the great Island, she and Hod spend their days in quiet solitude and preparation for the coming of their newborn. They’re happy days; hours filled with simple talk or loving touches, and Nyxa enjoys every second of this time with the only being capable of making her happy.
She knows, though, that soon it will come to pass like all other times.
On this particular balmy spring day, she’s caught up in the rhythmic sway of the ocean as it laps gently against her distended belly. Her eyes, cast out far into the distance where the reef and her fish friends lie, are filled with a stormy sense of uncertainty. Hod’s King had been curt in his acceptance of them, for reasons she still cannot seem to puzzle through, but it worries her all the same. How long until that patience ran out? Until Brennen demanded something from them in return?
The thought leaves her as suddenly as her belly clenches.
“Oopmh, little one.” Nyxa chides to the baby, sighing as she re-positions for comfort. Everything she did these days seemed ruled by the whims of this child! Her eating habits, her swimming hours, even her sleep schedule was up to the infant’s current mood. She’d be lying if she denied an urgency to finally be free from the extra weight. “Ouch!” She gasps, a sharper note than the one before.
The seamare’s gut is writhing, a steady pain growing between her hips that sends her back onto shore with uneven steps. In a sudden stroke of panic she mumbles Hod’s name, sinking roughly into the sand before rolling shakily onto her side. Her breathing is quick, light flutters of anxious panting that move her ribs apart with each gulp of air. “Hoooood!” Nyxa moans aloud, remembering suddenly that he’d not gone far - the arrival had kept them close together.
Once more she calls and then the pain is too sharp for words; a steady focus sweeping over the shimmering planes of her sweat-stroked face. Hod would come soon enough, and together they’d welcome new life into the world.
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Hod] eeeee!