welcome to existence

Walk | Talk | Think

The dark brown eyes of the pregnant healer shifted from the expectant mother to the other young healer as she entered, satchel of medicinal plants carried firmly within her jaws. She spared the youth a smile and a gentle wag of her tail before her attention became again focused upon Orica's mother, expectantly waiting and determining from her own observations how things seemed to be going. It was obvious the contractions were coming more and more strongly, the wriggling of the mother letting her know that the discomfort was building. Any minute now, she wondered in amazement, a sense of excitement building.

And before she could truly realize what was happening, the process had begun. Ocena strained, doing everything as her body instructed, and the efforts were fruitful. Mercianne blinked at the first child as she made an appearance, a lovely little thing that reminded her instantly of Gargoyle. Rather than jump right in to help, she hung back, letting Ocena take the lead of things and allowing her the space she required. Unless something was obviously amiss or she requested assistance, Merci only intended to be a silent observer alongside Orica. "A little sister," she whispered to the side Orica stood at, her position shared with the young healer so that she could observe and learn from the experience as well.

Two more arrived after the first, another little miniature of their mother and another look-a-like to their father, a son and daughter respectively. It was all she could do to keep from laughing aloud as the little bundles of fur greeted their mother and then set about to nursing, poor Ocena, worn and weary, tending to all three with experienced care. Oh, how much she admired her for what she had done! The little lives she had brought into the world and would care for so carefully from then on. She could only hope to live up to the same expectations she would have for herself and her children once they arrived, which she wagered would be sooner as opposed to later. "Two daughters and a son," she murmured to Ocena with a small yet bright smile, "and all look as healthy as could be." No complications. She couldn't have asked for a better birthing for her friend.