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06-04-2016, 10:23 PM
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…”
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Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
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)
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
