[birth] holding the weight of your world
ft hanni, lucretia, etc
08-19-2019, 08:10 PM
With so many births in such a short time, Lucretia was infinitely greatful for the surprising ease of each one. Mother Nature was an awe-inspiring thing; for once, they were reaping its bounty and not the shocking pain of her misfortune. As Dutch birthed her last puppy, Lucretia wasted no time in nudging them towards her. "here you go, mother. congratulations," Lucretia said warmly. Although her bedside manner was notoriously harsh, it was easy to be kind with new life before them. Dutch had worked hard to bring them forth and it was something to be celebrated, regardless of their mother's heritage. Luce would get her answers later. "a father twice over. you are blessed," she said to Hannibal. "they will surely be strong and smart, just like their older sister." Luce bumped her cheek against Banshee's, the first physical affection she'd shown the young girl. The Shamyn was typically more reserved, but the birth had her overcome with pride at the younger generation of Kleins. "lucretia mutters..." |