Post by Spiderfly on Dec 13, 2007 9:10:46 GMT -5
Lleurela had been nervous as of late, unsure what her body was doing or why. Sometime after her Jack's Quest she had been getting continually sick every morning. The chipmunk wrote it off as nothing more than lingering anxiety from that test. Seeing her mother had. . well it hadn't been a necessarily good thing. And his words. . perhaps he'd /let/ her into her dreams some night. She shivered slightly though not from cold.
The purple rodent paced back and forth, the sickness had stopped a few months ago but now she was eating more than she ever had before. She was constantly hungry and got the weirdest cravings. Why just the other night she had APPLES with her seeds 0o Odd that.
She sat and plucked absently at the palace harp. Not hers, but not unavailable to her either. Her chubby fingers still couldn't quite move around the strings in a way that she'd like. It wasn't her prefered instrument though, and it didn't bother her much. With a wince and a sigh she rubbed her back, her lips twitching in anxiety.
This backache had been going on for a few hours and it was just so painful. She couldn't remember what she had done to herself to have garnered such an injury. So many things were happening lately to her body and she just couldn't figure out what was going on.
Lleurela's eyes flew open as suddenly her legs felt extremely wet. She looked down and noticed a clear liquid all over the floor. Water? Where the heck? How. .?
The backache suddenly sent her to her hands and knees but that hurt worse. She flopped back onto her back, stomach suddenly cramping and pushing without heed to what she told it to do. She writhed in agony for what seemed like an eternity. Gasping for breath, she couldn't even get enough air to scream for a doctor; and still, she didn't know what was happening.
A scream broke the air finally, but it wasn't her own. She sat quickly and looked down to see. .
OH. . . MY. . . She sat frozen for a minute as that amazingly perfect baby writhed and screamed upon the ground. Her. . baby? She had been pregnant!? That meant. . . Varestes.Her stomach heaved but she held it before noticing her babies eyes. They were pitch-black, so very very black. And the baby, /her/ baby screamed louder, crying in pain. Those eyes. . ? She picked up the baby quickly and moved as fast as she could to blow out the candles that lit the room to a close resemblance of daylight and the baby quieted. She felt ribs out on the outside of her baby and shivered. It was not of the Villa.
It was not a baby of love.
It wasn't expected or planned.
But it was hers, and it was perfect. "Fetu. . I. . I'll name you Fetu." She stayed in the dark for hours, cradling the infant and letting it feed. Crying in joy that she had such a beautiful and perfect baby boy until she fell asleep with him atop her chest in the dark night.
; I love her dearly for it. Nicely written.
