ardent

[birth] holding the weight of your world

ft hanni, lucretia, etc



Lucretia

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
216
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
200
player

Christmas 2019Trick 2019
08-15-2019, 09:04 PM
"excellent to see you prepared," Luce murmured to Banshee, dipping her head in appreciation. Her niece, although prickly and difficult, was an intelligent girl. Just as a Klein should be. Lucretia glibly ignored Hannibal's threat. Once the birth was complete, he would be so wrapped up in his new children that she doubted he would remember any perceived infraction. Luce was less concerned about the origins of the litter than she was about the fact that no one had told her to expect yet another litter. Fools. This would change her entire gathering regimen over the next few weeks as she prepared for winter.

Didn't they understand that this took hard, concerted effort? She couldn't just wish herbs into existence. On cue, Feverfew returned at a jog, her portly belly swaying as she went. A fat bundle of motherwort was clutched in her mouth. Since she had been so concerned for Deathbelle, she had perhaps over accumulated the plant, for which she was now supremely grateful. Lavender and chamomile were clutched firmly in Few's left paw, along with the damp moss ball. Luce collected them all together and offered the moss ball, covered with flower petals and herbs, to Dutch.

"chew this thoroughly, it will relieve some of the labor pains and soothe your mind. Feel free to spit out the moss once you've sucked all the liquid out," Lucretia said. Feverfew presented the ball to Dutch in an extended paw. It was fat and dripping with gingseng water.

"lucretia mutters..."