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*Zuriel* · (This post was last modified: 12-25-2016, 04:21 PM by Zuriel.)

Even though the winter hadn't been that harsh as far as the cold went, she was still struggling to find a good supply of motherwort. She was sure that Lirim's lands would be lush with it if it wasn't for the muddy conditions everything was in. The rains had kept many of the herbs she would usually harvest from really taking root. She could have gotten by without it, but the storms had cleared for the day and the more she thought about it the more she really wished she could at least find enough to take some in the last week or two leading up to her giving birth. She wouldn't have too much longer to wait if the size of her stomach was to be believed.

As she made her way toward the range she had to waddle slightly with each step. She wasn't sure how her mother had decided to have so many litters. Perhaps it was different if it had been planned or wanted... Zuriel shoved the thought aside. She had been working hard on making herself get used to the idea of being a mother for her children's sake, but it was hard. She kept her ears perked and glanced around her carefully, trying to keep an eye out for anyone or anything that might be near. This was the first time she had left the area near her sister and her nerves were close to getting the best of her and making her turn back toward home.

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