you made me want to be a saint.

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 08-07-2013, 08:12 AM by Epiphron.)

Epiphron

Maverick had suggested that the Seracian Queen ought to visit her sister. It was a good idea -- she hadn't seen Chrysanthe since the day of the wedding, when she had bid her former home farewell and had gone to start her new life. Truthfully, Epiphron had planned to visit sooner, but she found herself pregnant sooner than she had expected. It was now though, it seemed, or not for awhile.

The journey was longer than she remembered it being, and tremendously more difficult. The added weight of growing pups was nearly great enough to condemn her to being incapable of movement at all, and yet she persevered, trekking across the lands to visit her sister -- and whoever else might happen to show. Epiphron was doubtful she would be able to visit again for some time, with the responsibilities of caring for children; not just any children, but royal children. Children that would have to be carefully groomed to inherit the Kingdom one day ... children that would likely be more than a handful of work, probably at most hours of the day.

A sigh left her lips as she heaved herself forward, relief sparkling in her blue gaze as it met the familiar lands claimed by Valhalla. Her pace increased dramatically, the last of her strength being exerted as she hurried forward. It seemed nearly impossible to go on, though, and with a grumble she found herself sinking to the ground. Relief was found as her body connected with the grass, her limbs tingling with delight at the lack of weight on them as she leaned precariously on her side. A tired song left her throat as she tipped her head high, calling for Chrysanthe, for Erani, for whoever wanted to see her. She would not be able to come to them; she needed to regain her strength.

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