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three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Megaera - 05-03-2016 Who might have thought that is would be with a renewed vigor and sense of confidence that Megaera would touch the sands of the Dragon's Throat again. She had gone to the veins with a worried heart, her foundation unsettled by all the things she could not control. Since her appointment as Sultana she had wavered between self-assuredness and insecurity; what had she done, after all, to deserve the position, how could she ever measure up to Gaucho, would could she ever be worthy of the Sun's faith? It seemed those were questions she could never have answered herself but now, looking back, she had realized that by their very notion that she was worthy was enough to give her the confidence to be so. Her conversation with the God of the Sun had perhaps been brief, but what more could he have given her? Who could she believe if not her God? And he believed in her. The Sultana had not liked leaving Mesec, but she had done what she could for him now, and trusted that he would find his way home when he could. She needed to be home now, in the handful of days she had been away her pregnancy seemed to have progressed from a hill to a mointain and given her first experience in childbirth she wouldn't risk being away or being alone. She took the bridge from the Heart, finally acquiescing to Gwaihir's insistence that unassisted flight was no longer a good idea (or possible, but she was certainly not going to admit to that). He soared around her, the spear the Sun God had graced her with clutched safely in his talons. She watched him ad the fire carried her and she envied the free movement of flight "With another child you'll soon be moving plenty." quipped the eagle and Meg laughed as she touched down upon the sandy shore. Home again, she could start to look forward to the excitement the joy, that new life could bring. It has hard to imagine any room for more love when Einarr, Mordecai, Nizho and Asavvi (and Gwaihir) already made her heart so full but even from that first little kick in her womb she'd known she'd find it. "." ooc:: Megaera there is a war inside my heart gone silent both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Einarr - 05-18-2016
RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Megaera - 05-20-2016 The mare saw the shadow cross the ground just before that felt the jolt of recognition from the soaring eagle and saw the flash of a dark shape thought his golden orbs. Dark desert-eyes lifted, a smile already painting itself over the lightly scarred canvas of her lips for she knew that she would see Einarr in the skies above. She stopped in her ungainly trek to watch as Gwaihir flew forward for a greeting and the black pegasus circled his way down toward her. “Sek, k’athjilari!” She called in response to his greeting as the stallion touched down magnificently to the warmed sands. He reached for her as long strides brought him closer and she extended her neck to greet him in kind. “Akka yer, shekh ma shieraki anni?” she murmured, inhaling the the familiar scent of of the man and giving him her own life’s breath in return. The exchange of scents was remarkably grounding, a sure sign of being home at last with her believes and Meg let herself be comforted by it. “Vosma adakha ajjin sash, mahrazhkem.” The leonine tail was an unexpected change; she had seen it at the meeting before her departure, but Meg had been far to preoccupied to marvel at her mates new feature. Now, she arched her neck to peer at it before returning to give him a flirtatious look. “Mezahhe.” But Einarr it seemed, was not in the mood for flirtations and she had a swift moment of disappointment as he stepped away from her. His question about their daughter’s whereabouts took Meg rather of guard and for a moment he lips twitch like she might laugh at the joke. It was foolish—at least in her mind—that the Gladiator would think she knew; he must have just seen her arrive! But she searched her mate’s face and saw only ernest inquiry, his eyes and just moved around to look for the girl, and now he gazed and Meg, expectant and she remembered that Einarr didn’t joke, not when his stare was so direct and not about his children’s whereabouts. Meg’s brow arched in honest confusion, and through their bond Gwaihir’s attention was again captured and he came down to rest atop her folded wings. “She is not with me. I would not have endangered her like that. Mesec needed help to control his dark magic, not pick daisies.” It was ludicrous for hime to think that she would have taken her daughter along on a road trip with a (potentially) dangerous and unpredictable beast in tow. But….But she hadn’t told Einarr that… She hadn’t explained why she had taken Mesec to the veins and now it seemed in the long days since she had left Einarr had not seen their precious girl. “Einarr.” the word demanded an answer, as in her mind began to creep the fear that something was very, very wrong. Her eyes widened, the lines of her face becoming more severe, if Einarr had chosen this as his way to start his career as a practical joker, he was going the right way for a set of badly bruised ribs. “Einarr, tell me you have seen Asavvi!” In her forceful tone, the strained worry of a plea echoed as well. Dwarfed in her mind as she waited for the stallion's answer, the muscles in her abdomen gave a swift, sharp tug. Not long now... "." Megaera there is a war inside my heart gone silent both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent @Einarr RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Megaera - 06-04-2016 The first time Meg had become a mother it had been the Earth God’s magic that had forced her body through several months’ worth of changes in a matter of seconds, she had been made a nurse mare for a child of another’s body, and her heart had followed soon enough. Her second time around, Meg had carried not one but two children to term, and given birth in a long and bloody battle. This time it, seemed would be something between the two: speed and fear all rolled in to one…. And just minutes ago she had been so very happy. Einarr’s ominous silence had both the mare and the eagle flare in temper and in fear. Immediately, Gwahir spread his wings to take to the sky once more, rocketing upward to cast his sharp eyes over the expanses of the Dragon’s Throat in hopes of spying his little niece. Meg’s mind tripped over itself at the rising panic, and she wanted to scream at her husband for bringer this news but could find the words. Desperately, she flung her head, black eyes searching even as her thoughts searched for ways to deny the possibility that anything could have happened to her precious girl. A few days… that’s not so very long. But her fear would not release her. Of all her children why did it have to be Asavvi? Mordecai was grown now, independent, and more than capable… She would not have been really that surprised if Nizho had found himself on a little solo adventure, but he was bold and scrappy and fierce but Asavvi…. Meg had always worried about Asavvi. The she was too gentle, too trusting, and it would be so unlike her to be gone this long. Unwilling to wait for the worst, Meg turned to head back to the bridge, intent on finding her daughter but even as she started to move a contraction hit her like a ton of bricks. Not now! You can’t come now, my darlings, please! She winced, faltering in her step as the muscles in her abdomen seized powerfully. When it passed, she started to move forward again only to find herself firmly blocked by the iron wills of both Einarr and Gwaihir. She snapped her teeth at both, taking out her futile anger even as she knew so could go no farther now. In her mind she battled with the eagle, ignoring his attempts to sooth her, furious at his refusal to leave her side. GO!” She finally shouted aloud, tears swamping her eyes as the warrior succumbed the the tidal wave of churning emotions and physical limitations combined. “Go. Find her. Please!” she whimpered at Einarr, at Gwaihir, the two she desperately needed by her side. The eagle, at least did not listen, as much as he cared for Asavvi, he remembered how his bonded had almost been lost the last time; he could not leave he now. Labor came on Meg quickly, like a storm that rolled off the sea in a matter of minutes to obscure a sunny day. Amidst the first inklings of panic at Asavvi’s apparent disappearance, Meg had ignored the first warnings that her new children would not be kept waiting and so when the final stages came she had no time to prepare. There’s be no safe spot in the oasis for this birth, no cool cover of night to protect them now. Gwaihir circled overhead, giving what strength he could to Meg as she lay in the warm red sand, bathed in sweat as the sun beat down upon her and she brought not one but two more lives into this world. The colt came first, a perfect match to his mother’s bay coloring, and his sister came in quick succession, the color of fire and sand. The eagle’s fears abated, it was over now, and he could feel that though Meg was exhausted, she was well. He landed on the sands and hopped forward to rest his golden head against hers. “Rest now, my Meg.” he cooed, clicking his beak at her softly “I will go. Asavvi is nearly a year old, she has a good head and a strong heart, you know this. We shall find her and all will be well, but for their sake you must rest.” His wings extended and he took to the sky again, soon out of sight as his search began. In assent, the mare gave a heavy sigh and lifted her head to look at the two tiny babes nestled against her side. She nuzzled each, breathing in the scent of their warm little bodies as if she had been starved for them. Tears of joy stained her eyes for here were two healthy, beautiful children—two more little stars for her and Einarr to cherish—but they mixed with those of sorrow, how could she be content when her little stargazer was gone? Not for long. she prayed and spoke two names worthy of stars. “Vastra… Castor…” "." Megaera there is a war inside my heart gone silent both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent Permission from Time to skip/pp a bit. Tried to leave it open so Einarr can do whatever when she has time :) @Einarr @Vastra (I'll post Castor tomorrow) RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Vastra - 06-05-2016
RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Castor - 06-05-2016 In later years, the memory of my birth would be a faded blur, and thank all the gods for that. Silly ninnies might coo over it “Oh it’s the most natural thing in the world! It’s magical and lovely and beautiful!” Bullshit. Ok, I’ll give you natural, but beautiful? no way in hell. It’s gross, and sticky and uncomfortable and scary. I can’t, now thankfully will I ever, understand how it felt for mother, but I didn’t like it one damn bit. RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Megaera - 06-09-2016 The little ones stand before their mother, she is tired, exhausted. The frothy sweat still slicks her dusky hide and to it clings the red sands. She is painted in earth and to the Earth she prays. He, who first made her a mother is invoked again and again in the mare’s heart even as the cannot bear to speak with the thought already parched from the dry air and her own tears. Earth, hold my children safe. Earth have mercy. She opens her eyes, and sees so much to bring her joy: the colt is standing, following is sister’s example with a glorious enthusiasm. The filly is beautiful, striking as the sunset over dunes with soft brown eyes. Both are strong and happy and whole, untouched by any hurt, any sin, the purest creatures on this earth. But Meg’s eyes lift from them, and there is nothing, and that make her heart clutch with grief. Einarr is gone, and so is Gwaihir. All at once she wished they where back at her side (to see what wonders her two new little stars were) and yet she wished to take to the sky herself and follow them in search of Asavvi. How could she not go in search of her gentle second daughter? How could she leave her two new babes? She looked at the two again, tears of frustration leaving tracks upon her face even as love shone through the watery haze. Sun give me strength, Earth, protect my children. There really was no choice to be made, she had to trust in Einarr and Gwaihir, her heart and her soul, for her body was most needed here. And so she arose. It was a struggle, finding her feet again, but she could have to hell and back for less. The twins had made it to their feet, but here in the center of of the span of dunes they were too exposed. “Here little ones. Vastra, Castor, here to me.” the mare spoke in the soft voice reserved only for her children. She reached out with her wings, shading them from the afternoon sun and gently pulling them close, guiding them. They would eat, stretch, build a little strength and then they would make their way (slowly) to the oasis. "." Megaera there is a war inside my heart gone silent both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent @Vastra RE: three minus one plus two [birth, eventually] - Vastra - 06-19-2016
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