morning sickness is a bitch

Motherhood was not anything Kiela herself had ever considered, nor aspired toward, but she recognized the incredible strength it took to take on that role. It was an important part of the circle of all things, bringing new life into the world, even if it wasn't something she necessarily thought she'd end up doing. She reflected on this as she came across Tenshi's scent, recognizing that she was indeed with child. Even if she hadn't known before it was obvious now by her scent alone, and Kiela redirected her course slightly, heading down one of the steeper slopes she'd been traversing to make her way down to solid ground.

It was a pleasant, balmy spring day - at least by the north's standards - and Kiela was due to make a trip to check on her herd. Not quite today though, but soon. She'd been asked to check out the crypt in the south as well, to see if it was a good land for Heiðinn to lay claim to, so she'd probably attend to that first. In the distance ahead she spotted Tenshi, carrying something in her jaws as she wandered. Collecting something, it seemed. Clearing her throat as she approached, husky tones reached out to her. "Good morning," she greeted her, without a smile but with all the warmth she could muster. "Herb-hunting today?"