04-22-2021, 09:35 PM
Mazikeen
Mazikeen can’t find a smile for the joke because her head is spinning with all the possibilities. A human baby, a lion cub, an osprey egg... How is she going to know what shape she should be in to carry it and what if she chooses wrong? The more she sits with the idea of being pregnant the more sure she is that is what’s happening and the more terrified she grows. The more that anxiety eats away those few changes of excitement.
But she cannot show him her fear so she swallows as much of it down as she can. Only keeping the uncertainty simmering on the surface to see.
He mentions the magicians again and she thinks maybe they’ll be able to tell her what the baby is too. She doesn’t know what he means by they’ll talk afterwards. But she doesn’t want to ask right now - Mazikeen is happy to put off the rising number of questions for that theoretical future.
She wants nothing more than to touch him, to feel some comfort in his presence, but this what if feels like a physical barrier isolating her.
She can't believe she ruined another good day.
“I want to go now.” She says and she hates how small her voice is, hates that she turns her head to the west and away from him because she cannot stand to see that frown or that there’s no comfort to be found in his blue gaze. No scrap of joy at the possibility of a baby. “I need to know.” These words filled with more fire, more certainty. And then, as she grows large, banded wings she adds - still looking to the mountains and not at Gale. “You… you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, though.” You don’t have to be involved. She wants to say this is her fault, even though it isn’t really. Or, at least, it wasn’t only her fault. But if she was pregnant - it was her burden to carry. Literally.
She can’t find her voice to say anything else though so she shuffles her wings and waits to hear his answer.
But she cannot show him her fear so she swallows as much of it down as she can. Only keeping the uncertainty simmering on the surface to see.
He mentions the magicians again and she thinks maybe they’ll be able to tell her what the baby is too. She doesn’t know what he means by they’ll talk afterwards. But she doesn’t want to ask right now - Mazikeen is happy to put off the rising number of questions for that theoretical future.
She wants nothing more than to touch him, to feel some comfort in his presence, but this what if feels like a physical barrier isolating her.
She can't believe she ruined another good day.
“I want to go now.” She says and she hates how small her voice is, hates that she turns her head to the west and away from him because she cannot stand to see that frown or that there’s no comfort to be found in his blue gaze. No scrap of joy at the possibility of a baby. “I need to know.” These words filled with more fire, more certainty. And then, as she grows large, banded wings she adds - still looking to the mountains and not at Gale. “You… you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, though.” You don’t have to be involved. She wants to say this is her fault, even though it isn’t really. Or, at least, it wasn’t only her fault. But if she was pregnant - it was her burden to carry. Literally.
She can’t find her voice to say anything else though so she shuffles her wings and waits to hear his answer.
@[Gale]