The woman stay well the men go out to play
11-16-2014, 07:47 PM
Motif would see instantly that before her was a kindred spirit. She had begun to think something was wrong with her in how much this pregnancy effected her moods, her thoughts and lately her every waking or sleeping hour. She felt constantly sick and she felt she was getting whiplash from the constant change of her moods. Wren would confirm some of this in agreeing with Motif's words, telling the queen she was correct. Wren didn't seem to want to fully exit the den and move the few steps to Motif's side, which the girl could fully understand. She wondered if perhaps they would be more comfortable relocating the few steps into Wren's den but didn't say so, instead she found herself grinning at the others words. ?I couldn't have put it better myself. Don't forget the sick feelings, the inability to rise easily without the need to puke? she put in, dryly but with a teasing note as they spoke of the horrors of childbirth. If only Rhythm could hear them now, no doubt it would cement her desire never to give birth to children herself. Wren then joked about the children inside, reminded Motif that she was utterly alone in some of her thoughts. ?Yeah? she agreed with less conviction this time ? she did not look forward to the day of giving birth, even the desire for these children to be out of her body didn't beat the fear of what life would be like for her once they where Speech Thought |
