11-13-2018, 02:20 PM
With her last venture from Nerine to Icicle isle, she hadn't been able to find the strength to make the journey back across the sea. Physical strength had already long been fleeing, but she realized that day as she stood knee deep in freezing water and looking eastward towards her homeland, that there was no longer any mental fight left in her. Not for the time being at least, not with the width of her midsection weighing heavily upon both her mind and body alike. In those last few days especially she seemed to have become impossibly rounder, fuller, and even more so exhausted. The word 'frustrating' came easily to mind as sighed softly to herself and turned away from the water--she had hardly done anything remotely tiring at all since she had come over, at least in the physical sense.
Keeping to the southern side of the Island, she spent most of her time impatiently wandering, pacing on the occasion even, as if the simple motion would expedite the process that instinct had made her believe would shortly be coming. Leilan was possibly against the thought of her constantly moving, but she didn't know, and regrettably didn't care. She couldn't keep herself motionless for long, and despite the fact that she wasn't actually doing anything, it still made her feel as though she was doing something. And that would have to be good enough for now. At least she was here, on the island safe from the plague's influence temporarily, having chosen to give the child its best chance against sickness for the first part of its innocent life. There were still dangers here--as she had remembered Scorch wisely mentioning--and freezing weather to keep at bay, but the extent of how much damage the plague could inflict upon a newborn was unknown to her. And that had made the decision easier in the end.
A day came when she didn't rise when morning came as she usually did, or step beyond the entry of their modest shelter. When she had awoken, there was a lack of will to move at all in spite of her usual nature, recognizing the consistent pressure along her sides for the promise that it was. There was no pain yet, but it would come soon enough. For now, she would find some contentment in resting her chin on the swell of her barrel as she had done so many times in private before, mesmerized every time when their child's movement could be felt against the curve of her smiling lips.
@[Leilan]
Keeping to the southern side of the Island, she spent most of her time impatiently wandering, pacing on the occasion even, as if the simple motion would expedite the process that instinct had made her believe would shortly be coming. Leilan was possibly against the thought of her constantly moving, but she didn't know, and regrettably didn't care. She couldn't keep herself motionless for long, and despite the fact that she wasn't actually doing anything, it still made her feel as though she was doing something. And that would have to be good enough for now. At least she was here, on the island safe from the plague's influence temporarily, having chosen to give the child its best chance against sickness for the first part of its innocent life. There were still dangers here--as she had remembered Scorch wisely mentioning--and freezing weather to keep at bay, but the extent of how much damage the plague could inflict upon a newborn was unknown to her. And that had made the decision easier in the end.
A day came when she didn't rise when morning came as she usually did, or step beyond the entry of their modest shelter. When she had awoken, there was a lack of will to move at all in spite of her usual nature, recognizing the consistent pressure along her sides for the promise that it was. There was no pain yet, but it would come soon enough. For now, she would find some contentment in resting her chin on the swell of her barrel as she had done so many times in private before, mesmerized every time when their child's movement could be felt against the curve of her smiling lips.
@[Leilan]