as the sun waits to eclipse, and the taste teases my lips,
Ashe blinked and nodded and silently followed after the little pink dragon, gingerly seating herself on the edge of the sofa. Spoken aloud, it felt terrifyingly real. 'I need to know if I'm with child.' She fought the surge of emotion that constricted her throat. The fear. If it were true, oh, gods---she couldn't do it without him.
She gratefully accepted the tea when Phoebe returned, but she didn't drink. She held the warm mug between her hands and took in the warmth from the fire, her whole body on fire with crackling energy. "Thank you," she said softly, fire-blue eyes tracking the midwife as she took her seat. She was a Steadman if she was remembering right. She remembered Brahm, the lumbering bull a well-liked officer back in the Storm Army. The one that married Roana… he must not have come through the portal.
Pregnant. The word hung in the air and made her draw a sharp breath, and she finally took a sip of the warm, surprisingly soothing tea. She met Phoebe's warm eyes and cleared her throat. "I don't know if you know where I've been… I was out in the storms for a few months, just a while after… after Ronin came back." Surely everyone knew of it by now? Hopefully not her part in bringing him back from the dead. She glanced down to the mug in her hands, the steam curling into the air. "I was looking for my family. And I haven't…"
Her heart was in her throat, and her jaw clenched as she blinked back the wetness that tried to gather in her eyes. She wanted to stop thinking about him and Theea and the pain of desperate want that came with them, but the situation demanded it of her. Her voice was quiet and hoarse as she went on. "I haven't had any monthly bleeding since before then. I'm always exhausted. Weak. I'm nauseous… often. Though I've always struggled with keeping anything down at night." Was it starvation or pregnancy?
And which answer would hurt more?
She gratefully accepted the tea when Phoebe returned, but she didn't drink. She held the warm mug between her hands and took in the warmth from the fire, her whole body on fire with crackling energy. "Thank you," she said softly, fire-blue eyes tracking the midwife as she took her seat. She was a Steadman if she was remembering right. She remembered Brahm, the lumbering bull a well-liked officer back in the Storm Army. The one that married Roana… he must not have come through the portal.
Pregnant. The word hung in the air and made her draw a sharp breath, and she finally took a sip of the warm, surprisingly soothing tea. She met Phoebe's warm eyes and cleared her throat. "I don't know if you know where I've been… I was out in the storms for a few months, just a while after… after Ronin came back." Surely everyone knew of it by now? Hopefully not her part in bringing him back from the dead. She glanced down to the mug in her hands, the steam curling into the air. "I was looking for my family. And I haven't…"
Her heart was in her throat, and her jaw clenched as she blinked back the wetness that tried to gather in her eyes. She wanted to stop thinking about him and Theea and the pain of desperate want that came with them, but the situation demanded it of her. Her voice was quiet and hoarse as she went on. "I haven't had any monthly bleeding since before then. I'm always exhausted. Weak. I'm nauseous… often. Though I've always struggled with keeping anything down at night." Was it starvation or pregnancy?
And which answer would hurt more?
I'm too tired to wrestle with it. will we burn or will we repent?
