[birth] holding the weight of your world
ft hanni, lucretia, etc
08-14-2019, 07:42 PM
Lucretia arrived quickly on the scene, not sure what to expect from Hannibal's call. Was he injured? Did he spend too long in the sun, even with the chill in the air? She narrowed her eyes in curiosity as she approached, the scent of birth strong in the air. What had her brother gotten himself into? Luce approached cautiously, circling the stranger as she laid prone. "focus on your breathing. try to keep it even, don't grunt and gasp quite as much. in, out... in, out..." she instructed in a somewhat distracted tone. This had not been what she expected. Feverfew, her albino raccoon companion, circled the edges of the clearing awkwardly. Her beady red eyes peered up at Luce, waiting for instruction. "ah, Few, head back to my den and bring some motherwort, lavender, and chamomile... and one of those gingseng-soaked moss balls." The raccoon turned wordlessly and trundled away. "what is the meaning of this?" she hissed to Hannibal under her breath. Hadn't he and Circe had a pact? Ashen was practically drowning in puppies. The tender kiss he had placed on Dutch's forehead was unlike him. Had he fathered two litters this season? What a mess. "lucretia mutters..." |