lea
my heart never stops beating for you
I have permission from Cassi to post this early, as I will be away during birthing season, and will have difficulty posting. Official birth day is still technically the same.
<3
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
my heart never stops beating for you; birthing
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lea my heart never stops beating for you I have permission from Cassi to post this early, as I will be away during birthing season, and will have difficulty posting. Official birth day is still technically the same. <3
07-31-2015, 05:26 PM
a kingdom of isolation, and it looks like i'm the queen For the first time ever, her life tumbles into the light. It’s strange, at first. Entirely new. And cold, she decides, for one of the few concepts she understood was warmth. The end of her nose crinkles, a small white snip distorting at the movement. Blinking madly, the small bundle attempts to understand just what this new sense entails; before, blackness consumed her tiny life. Now? Everything burns into her storm-grey eyes, especially the cave opening where soft sunlight is filtered in through the clouds. She crinkles her nose again, entirely displeased at this sudden turn of events. “Achoo!” The itty bitty sneeze courses through her small onyx body, though more due to the fact that the noise was all too loud for her small existence than because of the sneeze itself. Shaking softly, a warm, wet something attaches itself to her. And then unattached itself. And repeat. Sniveling weakly, the ebony child twists fruitlessly in an attempt to see her assailant. When her neck complains at the weight of her head, she flops down onto the cool cavern floor, the snip at the bottom of her tiny face twitching with a sniff. “Hello beautiful.” A familiar voice says, the same voice as the hummer. Xiah, she thinks she’ll call you. You? She frowns, perplexed, though makes no move to raise herself off the flattened stone. I’m you. Yes. Xiah. Me… You? Of course my dear, you are Xiah, and you make an enormous amount of sense. She sniffs pitifully again. And then the thing nudges her! Xiah launches herself towards the large black object, pausing just in the right spot to balance precariously on her sloppily folded knees before misjudging her equilibrium and tumbling on to her other side. She snorts, as though the gravitational forces of this world are entirely obscene; she could float in Mother! Here? She had to work. Perhaps if she had known the Lea from before, Xiah might have realised just how hard she would have to work to achieve something admirable… Now, she simply needed to live up to Lea’s happiness. “Mother? Cold!” Xiah
08-11-2015, 12:07 PM
Though he had never shared his concerns with Lea, Errant had been worried.
Childbirth is not an easy thing even for a healthy young mare, and not so long ago Lea had been the very opposite of healthy – she had been dead. Errant might have meddled a bit more than he had in the past (clover isn’t usually so abundant and the sun so warm), but he has always operated by the mantra that what others don’t know won’t hurt them. At least when what they don’t know is done in their best interest. So when Lea disappears to give birth, Errant paces outside the cave. It is not his place to be beside her (that would belong to a mother, sister, or older daughter, and none of those are here in the Tundra) but he waits anxiously until they emerge. He peers into the darkness where he can see two figures. One is his Lea and the other must be their youngest child. It’s a girl, he hears, and Lea has named her Xiah. The girl says she is cold and Errant does as any good parent would, and heats the cave to a comfortable temperature. Not quite warm – because she needs to learn to live in the world outside her mother – but at least not as cold. “She’s beautiful,” he tells Lea, and then lowers his head so that he will be at eye level for the filly, whenever she manages to make her way toward him. “Hello Xiah. I’m your dad.”
08-17-2015, 05:03 AM
She'd known his concerns, even though he'd never voiced them.
Errant's never been the most open sort with his feelings, but he's never been all that good at hiding them either. Not from her anyway. After being with him for 30 years (she counts the dead years - he'd stayed faithful even then) and having seven kids with him, she's grown to know the stallion pretty damn well. And really, she can't blame him for being worried. If she'd lost him for 12 years, only to have him brought back by some random stroke of magic, she'd be pretty worried about his health too. She'd be terrified of losing him again. So she's said nothing, pretending to not notice the unseasonably warm weather. She appreciates the gesture anyhow - she'd experienced the Tundra winter once while bringing Ianto and Aena here, and she's not overly eager to do it again. And it'll at least make their latest child's introduction to the Tundra softer, give them more time to adjust. As it is, the air is still much chillier than it must have been inside her womb. Little Xiah stands, falls over, and looks up with a plaintive comment about the temperature. Lea's heart melts, but before she has the chance to lie down with the girl and attempt to warm her with her body heat, the temperature rises. Errant must be outside. She smiles, looking to the cave mouth where a dark head is now peering in at them. He joins them and peers down at their newest little girl. As he introduces himself, she leans gently into his side. This - this is perfection. This is happiness. <3 |
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