Another fork stuck in the road

After everything she and Dalila had settled into their normal routine without much fuss. Siren had initially been surprised when she was there for her, but slowly Dal began to open up a little more. They had small talks while they prepared herbs together, or she combed her hair, or shared a meal together. There was still a tension that settled between them that only time would fix, but everyday it seemed to lessen. It was the little things Siren was grateful for, and she noticed the way Dal braided her hair differently. She thanked her at all junctions. She didn’t want to take her for granted ever again.

Siren woke to an empty den, not unusual these days. The two of them no longer spent every waking, and sleeping moment together. That still made her heart hurt but she was trying to appreciate her alone time while she was able. It was obvious now that she was expecting, and everyone but Dal would know them as Chimera’s children.

The consequences were her nausea and Siren was almost grateful for the privacy this morning. She wretched violently, and didn’t realize just how much she wanted Dalila’s presence until she was there. Reverting back to the soft tender touch from before her encounter with the river god. "Dalila,” She whined appreciatively as she leaned into her chest and her touch. She felt miserable, but her support made everything so much easier to bear.

"Speech"