felix felicis

VAI The huntress Vai did not buckle easily. She was not the type to shy from adversity or hard work, and she wore the weight that the world had delegated to her shoulders with dignity. Fiercely independent and finding it difficult to lean on anyone - even loved ones - she was a one woman hurricane. In every situation but this one. It was little surprise, with the above in mind, that she did not send for Phoebe until such a time when her labour was so well established that the midwife would be hard pressed to even arrive there in time. Her husband, after calling at Phoebe's door, had wisely disappeared off into the woods lest the witch crush his hand in her grip. When Phoebe did arrive, it would be to find Vervain braced against one of the counters in the kitchen of the little cabin, her wild curls tied up and out of her face, her knuckles white and a scream of agony caged behind her teeth as she rode through another contraction. She'd forgotten just how fucking terrible this part could be.