[birth] holding the weight of your world
ft hanni, lucretia, etc
The thought of her children having a safe, relatively peaceful place to rest pressed her forward. She would walk, ignoring the contractions, and focusing on getting somewhere to birth them. She was close to it, and Hannibal had swooped in just in time to deal with Valkyrie. But her brother’s fate… it was something nagging at the back of her mind. Dutch tried not to visualize Thoren’s face as she walked. Her head was low, tail dragging, and she panted heavily. Her once-proud gaze was lost in the thought of what people had sacrificed for her. A lowly little crafter. Not worth anything but her brother’s servitude and a few measly pelts.
but she didn't blame Hannibal. Dutch was just grateful he bargained for their children's sake. she held no delusions about the fact she was just someone to carry his children. if he cared about her, she didn't know. maybe she was blind to it. or maybe it was just the weariness talking. She had done so much for the Hjarrandi – she had gone out of her way to drum up business and make them a success – only for them to let her down. Now Ashen lay before her, and instead of feeling hopeful she felt utterly lost. Hannibal was beside her though, and the fact he was there to make sure they went to Ashen safely was enough for her troubled mind.
Sharp pain in her side made Dutch gasp, pausing in her steps. She was almost there, right at the border but she… she had to lie down now. "Hannibal... it's time. they're coming..." Stumbling blindly forward, the dwarf lay right on the scent line. Safe. Hopefully. Someone should smell the birth and come - if Hannibal wanted to remain here. But she wasn’t getting her hopes up after being betrayed by the Hjarrandi. “shit” she snapped as another contraction came. Lying on her side, she began to try and remember what Ma had done. Dutch hadn’t assisted in any of her siblings’ births, but she had seen it enough times to know what it was like. Breathe in, breathe out… lots of breathing. Lots of puffing and huffing. “gaah!” the dwarf finally yelled as more pain shot through her system.
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