for all the things my hands have held the best by far is you [birth]

*Lucretia* · 08-05-2019, 06:50 PM

Lucretia was sleeping fitfully in Deathbelle's den when she heard the call. She had been staying awake at all hours to monitor the Empress while she slept, and it was wearing on her. Ashen's shamyn had been sleeping in twenty minute snatches where and when she could. It was a good thing that the den was well stocked; truly, she was ready to tend to the labor in a moment's notice.

By the time they made their way to the den, they would find Lucretia tending to a pile of ratty furs and moss. She was fluffing it and making it as attractive as possible, since it would all be discarded once the puppies were delivered and cleaned. Stores of agrimony were well stocked and from somewhere deeper in the den, she had stoked a small, contained fire of lavender and chamomile. Calming scents infused the air within the Empress' palace. Everything was in its place, all that was missing was Deathbelle herself.

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