09-07-2020, 10:41 PM
She has spent the last three days down here in her den, pacing and waiting. Sabbath has had enough children to know that when her appetite dissipates like this, it won’t be much longer. She can tell the sun has just begun to set by the orange hue of the light creeping down into her strange little nest. Then, as expected, her contractions begin. They aren’t so bad in the earliest hours of labor. Her pacing continues for a while longer before she decides to lie down in the bed of dry grasses and wilted flowers she’d made for herself.
Sabbath whimpers softly at the pain but she refuses to cry out and draw attention to herself. Instead, she grits her teeth and closes her eyes tight. Hours slip by and she judges the time by the hush of night outside the den. Finally, with one last push, her newborn son emerges into the world with soft cries. Her breaths are ragged but she lifts her head to observe him as he blinks his eyes open.
She always loves her children, but the depth of her adoration always surprises her when she first sees them. The colt is the same color as Leliana but with splashes of brilliant blue across his tiny body. And when he looks up at her, she is surprised that he does not have the typical green eyes like the rest of her brood. Instead, it is his father’s gaze staring back at her this time.
“You could at least look a little like me, you know,” she teases him gently as she kisses his small face. The boy leans into her touch and grins happily beneath her affections. “At least you’re not a kelpie.”
Her child sneezes suddenly, and a splash of water bursts from his back. Sabbath sighs as she begins to wonder if she spoke too soon. Was he some type of strange aquatic thing after all? The colt looks up at her in surprise as the water drifts back upward to form the approximate shape of two tiny wings.
“I’m as shocked as you are, honestly,” she tells him with a shrug as she begins to stand. “Come on, Crowns. You’ve got to learn to walk so we can show your grandmother your strange little wings.”
Sabbath whimpers softly at the pain but she refuses to cry out and draw attention to herself. Instead, she grits her teeth and closes her eyes tight. Hours slip by and she judges the time by the hush of night outside the den. Finally, with one last push, her newborn son emerges into the world with soft cries. Her breaths are ragged but she lifts her head to observe him as he blinks his eyes open.
She always loves her children, but the depth of her adoration always surprises her when she first sees them. The colt is the same color as Leliana but with splashes of brilliant blue across his tiny body. And when he looks up at her, she is surprised that he does not have the typical green eyes like the rest of her brood. Instead, it is his father’s gaze staring back at her this time.
“You could at least look a little like me, you know,” she teases him gently as she kisses his small face. The boy leans into her touch and grins happily beneath her affections. “At least you’re not a kelpie.”
Her child sneezes suddenly, and a splash of water bursts from his back. Sabbath sighs as she begins to wonder if she spoke too soon. Was he some type of strange aquatic thing after all? The colt looks up at her in surprise as the water drifts back upward to form the approximate shape of two tiny wings.
“I’m as shocked as you are, honestly,” she tells him with a shrug as she begins to stand. “Come on, Crowns. You’ve got to learn to walk so we can show your grandmother your strange little wings.”
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