04-03-2016, 11:25 PM
she slept with wolves without fear
She is SO ready to be done with pregnancy.
It hadn’t been that bad at first, when the child had still been small, but then the months had progressed … and so had the child. Her tiny, slim belly had ballooned to massive size, making movement both difficult and, at times, painful. And for a mare used to slinking about in the shadows, it’s been a frustrating experience.
So when her time draws near she heads straight to the Deserts, slipping from a shadow in the Valley to a shadow in the Deserts. She hangs out in one of the quieter oases for a few days, waiting for labour to start. Yael (she’d figured out the name of the magician after the fact) does not appear, though she has no doubt the magician is aware of her presence (there are always ways to tell beyond detecting mental presence), and also waiting.
And then finally the time comes.
The labour is surprisingly quick and easy, and within minutes a tiny damp bundle is lying in the sand. Rhynn hoists herself to her feet, overjoyed at how much lighter she already feels. Her belly is still distended of course, but that will go away with time. She steps up to the child, dark eyes narrowed and analytical, and begins to clean off the muck of birth. It’s a girl, a little buckskin girl. And as Rhynn watches, her shadow lying across the child’s tiny body, the part of the girl in shadow begins to fade, and disappear. “Interesting …” Very interesting. Clearly the girl has inherited something from her.
But, in the end, it is of no concern to her. Yael will be the one in charge of raising her.
When the girl has been cleaned off, Rhynn nudges her to her feet. After a few tries, the little filly stumbles over and latches on to feed. Rhynn settles in to wait. She has no doubt that Yael will be along soon.
It hadn’t been that bad at first, when the child had still been small, but then the months had progressed … and so had the child. Her tiny, slim belly had ballooned to massive size, making movement both difficult and, at times, painful. And for a mare used to slinking about in the shadows, it’s been a frustrating experience.
So when her time draws near she heads straight to the Deserts, slipping from a shadow in the Valley to a shadow in the Deserts. She hangs out in one of the quieter oases for a few days, waiting for labour to start. Yael (she’d figured out the name of the magician after the fact) does not appear, though she has no doubt the magician is aware of her presence (there are always ways to tell beyond detecting mental presence), and also waiting.
And then finally the time comes.
The labour is surprisingly quick and easy, and within minutes a tiny damp bundle is lying in the sand. Rhynn hoists herself to her feet, overjoyed at how much lighter she already feels. Her belly is still distended of course, but that will go away with time. She steps up to the child, dark eyes narrowed and analytical, and begins to clean off the muck of birth. It’s a girl, a little buckskin girl. And as Rhynn watches, her shadow lying across the child’s tiny body, the part of the girl in shadow begins to fade, and disappear. “Interesting …” Very interesting. Clearly the girl has inherited something from her.
But, in the end, it is of no concern to her. Yael will be the one in charge of raising her.
When the girl has been cleaned off, Rhynn nudges her to her feet. After a few tries, the little filly stumbles over and latches on to feed. Rhynn settles in to wait. She has no doubt that Yael will be along soon.
for the wolves knew a lion was among them
rhynn