07-27-2017, 07:16 PM
ok! here is the time-lapse. I took a few liberties, feel free to add anything or let me know if you want something changed. I left the actual birthing pretty vague so feel free to make assumptions about how she responds to little things
And so, Tangerine told him of her dreams and the three times her premonitions had come to pass. First, there was the dream of Ivar and the theft of Castile. The same night Amet had told her the secret of his past - but this she did not share. She kept the dragon king's confessions and invisible scars hidden close to her heart. Then, there had been the Red Mare from her homeland whose words and wisdom had soothed her soul in the dark days of early winter. Finally, she told him for the dream of the twins. The vision in which she had watched, with more joy than she had ever felt before, as her two little ones play in the flowers with their father.
She told her lover of the fear she had felt on the night of the Hyaline attack and told him of the dark shadow of a stallion which had harmed her - pouring out the hurt and confusion such a senseless act of violence had caused her. Her own passive nature had not allowed her to at first understand how a complete stranger could injure another, but time had allowed her to step back and see the brutality for what it was - the act of a brute. So much so that she was able to calm Warrick's concerned looks with the assurance that she had come to terms with it.
Months past and spring was budding. She had aged, she had grown, she was learning. Beqanna’s magic had touched her, hatred had burned her. But she had come to understand as much of it as she ever would. She was not naive enough to think she would glide through life with no trials. And even though she had never seen the face of the dark stallion who had wielded the flames which burned her, she had come to forgive him. Maybe, if she had not been made vulnerable by the fear she had felt on that night her dreaming would have never come to her.
Her second winter in Tephra passed quicker than she could have imagined - filled with the thoughts of their twins and Warrick's company. He was busy with kingdom duties and she savored the moments she was able to share with him. Sometimes, she dreamed of them without politics and kings between them, wild and roaming the wild grasslands of her childhood home. But these were not her magic dreams, these were only the dreams of a girl in love.
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With spring Tangerine's fourth birthday came and went, and her children were finally ready to enter the world. Her insides began to churn and she knew her time had come. In the shelter in a small grove of coconut palms, she paced and grit her teeth against the waves of pain which were unlike anything she had ever know. The sun set and the new moon hung invisibly above them before she finally lay on her bed of palm boughs for the final stage of her labor. Despite the moonless sky, the night was bright; the stars shone all the brighter for the absence of the moon.
The labor was much like a dream. Later, she would only be able to piece together the night in her memories. There was a face by hers and soothing words spoken, lips on her face and pain which seemed to rip her body in two.
But those things with fade compared with the brilliance of the four blue eyes which looked lovingly into hers - the perfect conclusion to her trials. A boy and a girl. Svedka and Solace. She cleaned them gently, completely and totally absorbed by their fragile beauty.
Just as she had dreamed.
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tangerine
face to the sun
And so, Tangerine told him of her dreams and the three times her premonitions had come to pass. First, there was the dream of Ivar and the theft of Castile. The same night Amet had told her the secret of his past - but this she did not share. She kept the dragon king's confessions and invisible scars hidden close to her heart. Then, there had been the Red Mare from her homeland whose words and wisdom had soothed her soul in the dark days of early winter. Finally, she told him for the dream of the twins. The vision in which she had watched, with more joy than she had ever felt before, as her two little ones play in the flowers with their father.
She told her lover of the fear she had felt on the night of the Hyaline attack and told him of the dark shadow of a stallion which had harmed her - pouring out the hurt and confusion such a senseless act of violence had caused her. Her own passive nature had not allowed her to at first understand how a complete stranger could injure another, but time had allowed her to step back and see the brutality for what it was - the act of a brute. So much so that she was able to calm Warrick's concerned looks with the assurance that she had come to terms with it.
Months past and spring was budding. She had aged, she had grown, she was learning. Beqanna’s magic had touched her, hatred had burned her. But she had come to understand as much of it as she ever would. She was not naive enough to think she would glide through life with no trials. And even though she had never seen the face of the dark stallion who had wielded the flames which burned her, she had come to forgive him. Maybe, if she had not been made vulnerable by the fear she had felt on that night her dreaming would have never come to her.
Her second winter in Tephra passed quicker than she could have imagined - filled with the thoughts of their twins and Warrick's company. He was busy with kingdom duties and she savored the moments she was able to share with him. Sometimes, she dreamed of them without politics and kings between them, wild and roaming the wild grasslands of her childhood home. But these were not her magic dreams, these were only the dreams of a girl in love.
----
With spring Tangerine's fourth birthday came and went, and her children were finally ready to enter the world. Her insides began to churn and she knew her time had come. In the shelter in a small grove of coconut palms, she paced and grit her teeth against the waves of pain which were unlike anything she had ever know. The sun set and the new moon hung invisibly above them before she finally lay on her bed of palm boughs for the final stage of her labor. Despite the moonless sky, the night was bright; the stars shone all the brighter for the absence of the moon.
The labor was much like a dream. Later, she would only be able to piece together the night in her memories. There was a face by hers and soothing words spoken, lips on her face and pain which seemed to rip her body in two.
But those things with fade compared with the brilliance of the four blue eyes which looked lovingly into hers - the perfect conclusion to her trials. A boy and a girl. Svedka and Solace. She cleaned them gently, completely and totally absorbed by their fragile beauty.
Just as she had dreamed.