breaking like the wine-stained glass that held my drink
She had once heard there was a time for everything. A season for every purpose under the blue heavens. There was a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to tear down and a time to build; and a time for war and a time for peace. Yet, knowing the purpose of her current season now was a mystery.
There was a season of change upon the small tropical island. A quiet serenity she had known for so long was beginning to crack. It was a season for time—perhaps to plant something new or uproot something that must move along with the world. Their small perfect knit life would not always be the same, but simply it was the notion of life.
While the world she knows changes around her, time simply does not stop. It does not hesitate to move forward like she has done previously with the birth of Aeolus or the changes Ischia is experiencing now. Time only knows to go forward, never turning back. Eva wonders if life would be simpler now if she could manage to be like time itself. Would she be able to change the past or current situation she finds herself in presently? It was a lot to change and knowing if she changed one thing it could change everything that she has presently now.
But she cannot wait for herself to be like time. Time moves forward and she cannot wait for the world to come lay itself before her. Even now, as her pregnancy comes to an end, Eva cannot hold it off. Her belly swelled all these months and she anticipated the date of her second child would come anytime now. Perhaps that is all she can do with time now and the information she has. She can only wait and see what happens. But the turn and turmoil of politics must wait—the contractions are beginning now.
Eva can feel each contraction come and go. The pain is not as much as it was when she carried Aeolus. She is thankful for that at least. A simple blessing in times of uncertainty gave her something to look forward to. She can only hope the same for her child that is to come now.
The purple nereid found herself in the same quiet place before where she gave birth to Aeolus. There is something comforting about the remote location on the island. Perhaps it is the quietness and removing herself from the world in these precious moments of being a mother. Soon enough she will have another blessing to add to her family.
Laying herself down on the seashore, Eva feels the contractions becoming closer. She makes herself comfortable as the time comes for her to give birth. Naturally, the nereid lets nature take its course.
When the birth is finished, Eva moves to look at her offspring that has come into the world. She is in awe to find a beautiful gilded champagne dun filly with elegant golden points. There is a soft glow around the newborn filly too. Eva smiles at noticing the glow her daughter inherited from her.
Eva rises from her position and tends to the newborn like she first did with Aeolus. “My sweet little girl,” she says softly with warmth and happiness. Eva cleans her with tenderness. Wiping every spot of her daughter’s body clean. “You will be called Loire.” It was fitting for how beautiful her little girl was.
Eva
@[Aodhan]