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Second book in the Rowan Series. Our adventure continues! Add this to your library to get updates after the first book ends. This book is unedited.
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I spent all day inside laying in bed, just as i had done the two days before. when I was thirsty i would drink a bowl from the basin i kept in the house but there was no desire to eat despite the meet i had stored in the shelving above. Grandpa tree was outside buried in layers of dried grasses to protect him from the ice that had accumulated on every outer surface. I felt the pain in my back coming steadily and knew the time was here.
The room was brightly lit in the back of the house and shadowy by the doorway. Outside the night was quiet except for the occasional cracking of dry tree branches, splintering from the cold. I sweated in the heat of the room, breathing delicatly. If i breathed in to deep the pain might be to intense to bare but the great breath must be allowed in. Slowly I rolled out of bed and walked around. On the floor was a thick layer of straw piled together in a nest with leather hides over it and a woven basket. I kept waiting for my water to break but it never did. No matter how much I wobbled around the days before It didn't burst. Vee had been the same way.
In the A framed house the fire lit the room with a yellow light and a slightly hazy mist. The room smelt of pine and smoke with lighter sents from the hides and grasses inside. I ran my claws across the wood siding fealing bits of left over bark flake off as my fingers passed over it. A sudden urge to pee came over me.
Finally.
I can do this. I can do this. I repeated over and over in my head. My knees came to the pile of straw on the floor. There was no one to catch him for me, so i must do it myself but my claws were so sharp. My tail steadied my balance behind me. Reaching between my legs with the heel of my hand i gently investigated.
A blob feeling portruded out. It seems another son would be born still inside the sack. Almost there. I rocked gently back and forth feeling my body tense up and release. Contract and let go. Expelling the one that had been growing inside for months on end. I had no courage to push his head down with my hand. My strength was much more than it had once been i could only gingerly hold the sack and slowly let it desend back on its own, while I leaned forward. I let out a breath in relief.
A soft plop sound. Followed the movement. When I turned around i found a thick blob, white blue in color laying on the leather, barely transparent. My claws slide easily into the sack and exposed the little figure inside. I wiped the sweat from my brow with my arm and moved in closer peeking back the slipery flap.
A small keening wail rang out as the babe breathed air for the first time. So beutiful. Much smaller than Vee, and such pale skin... like him. Glossy white in color. Hair like thread with a pearly sheen. If those small eyes opened would I see red eyes, like gems would glittering back at me.
She was gorgeous. Despite the ordeals and stress my daughter was perfect, small but perfect.
Not the boy replica of Vihar that I pictured, but a girl entirely her father. With a piece of sinew I tied off the cord at her belly button and used a claw to cut it. With delicacy, i transfered her on to the soft supple leather next to me and rubbed in the fetal liquid that stuck to her with the heel of my hand before bundling her up.
The intense feeling of love I felt looking at her quickly turned to anger. It washed over me and I wasnt sure where it came from. I thought i had let go of my resentment but it rose to the surface unexpectedly. Maybe they will always live within me.
This wasn't how it should have been, i thought brushing a whisp of white hair with a finger. Where was my happy family life that should have been guarenteed. He should have been with me, treated me better, cared about me more. Vihar should have gotten the chance to meet his sister, and grown up together like I had. Hot tears fell and the pain in my chest heaved. I snuggled the warm bundle into my neck. Feeling her warmth and the heat of the yellow light. I felt the vibration of her cry in my throat.
The pain in my chest didn't go away it only moved, down again. I clenched my teeth. Something was wrong. I held the bundle in one arm and reached down with the other between my legs. A blobby feeling again.
Thats not right. Surly not. I put my girl down as she still wiggled and cried. I felt between my legs with my other hand and it moved. What was that?! Another familiar cramp. It couldn't be. I took another noisy breath and felt the pain rack my body. There was no time to get back on my knees no time i could only lean to the side. This child came faster. No stuggling and pushing. Gliding out with ease in a white blue sack. I crawled to the side. With more confidence i extracted another squirming squeeling creature. This childs tail swished wildy, wings stretching and flinging flecks of liquid in all directions. Two pale sisters with entirely different personalities.
