MAKE A WISH UPON A STAR

She is filled with the need to wander, and maybe that is dangerous so late into her pregnancy. Weary limbs carry her far, and she finds herself extremely alert of her surroundings. Virgil knows what is coming soon; she knows that her bastards will be born onto this earth soon enough and she cannot help that she is so filled with the need to draw near the woman she loves. When she arrives at the borders she is exhausted, her sides cramping with urgency that instincts force her to recognize.
She finds a sheltered place, an unused den that she supposes will have to make due for now. Heavy lids close over amber eyes as contractions rip through her sides, face creasing upwards with severe pain as she lets it all wash over her. ?Raisa,? she calls out quietly, perhaps too quiet for any to hear. She feels fearful now; what if Raisa would not want her here? What if her family grow offended that their heirs will not be born within their lands? Alas, as another waves of contractions overtake her, she cannot find it in herself to complain.