When the Stars Align [birth]

He’d been getting quietly more restless as Solveiga’s due date drew nearer. Excitement and nerves danced and roiled in his heart and gut. He was expending the extra energy on a walk around the outside of the wooded hill. He was reluctant to stray too far from the cave system, and had indeed fairly stuffed their alcoves with moss over the last two weeks.

It was some instinct that had him turning even before her call came. A vibrant spark ran through his spine, energy buzzing through each limb as he hurried back along the path and down the ravine, taking his own deep breaths and reminding himself that he needed to be calm and strong for her.

As he entered the main chamber of the cave, he nodded as he saw Paladin, already busily at work setting things up. The young cleric tipped his head toward the alcove, a clear indication to go in and get settled, and Regulus gladly took the suggestion, pausing as he entered the alcove.

It struck him that he had seen two births here in this small, comfortable chamber. But both times from the outside, watching his mother labor to bring his younger siblings into the world. His father had been there, settled behind Surreal. Now Regulus himself would be in Falk’s place, though with Solveiga.

He lightly shook the introspective thoughts away and stepped around to snuggle gently behind the small cream and tan healer, pressing a comforting lick to her ears, and trying to take away some of her anxiety. His own was still there, but half-forgotten and ignored in favor of focusing on her.

“You can do this.”