Poor Sweet Child [banefam]
11-30-2014, 11:53 PM
Walk | Talk | Think In the wake of Bane's passing, Anais found it hard to create balance within her life. The loss she felt was great, capable of sneaking up on her at a moment's notice and rendering her useless until it passed. Having others who depended on her helped. The task of watching over her mother alongside her other siblings kept her busy most of the time and gave her something to focus on despite the poor state of the woman. And Lebrah helped as best as he was able to, providing a source of happiness and joy within a world that felt devoid of it. She was grateful for the stolen moments she got with him, grateful for those rare spans of time where she could forget all the sadness and pain. But it did not stop them from showing up in other ways. She was with Lebrah outside of their den, enjoying one of those stolen moments, when the first birthing pains struck her mother. The young wolf had surprisingly grown comfortable in sharing space with the childlike male very soon after adopting him, and it did not seem odd in the least to her how he behaved or the fact that her first son was older than she was by some years. His distraction was welcome and his innocent demeanor only made her cherish him more, to the point that she was even able to set aside her own grief in order to be there for him. Her smile might have been heavy still, the look in her yellow-gold eyes haunted, but she could not allow herself to become lost as she watched her mother become. Which made the sudden sounds coming from her mother's den all the more concerning. Tahlia had been strangely silent since the passing of her husband, moving through each day as if a piece of her own spirit had passed on as well. Confused, immediately frightened, Anais froze, staring off through the trees toward her mother's den while her ears folded back with worry. Something was wrong. Frantic, her heart already racing, the grey-gold girl did not think to say anything to her brightly marked son as she began to race toward her mother's den, did not think of the worry she might have given him for the way she was reacting. Something was wrong with her mother and she needed to be there to help. Her swift gait got her there beside the den in barely any time at all, her anxious gaze searching her brother's face where he sat outside of it as if keeping guard. "Is she okay?" she asked nervously as she crept forward, hardly waiting for a response as she padded to his side and stepped past to peer within the den. The sounds of her mother's pain felt amplified inside the earthen space, filling her ears and hurting her heart. But at the same time she felt relieved. Her mother was not hurting for nothing; she was giving birth. Anais knew nothing about birthing, knew even less about the plants that Lior had taken such an interest in that were likely of more help now than anything. She was helpless, useless, but she felt she needed to do something. "Come on, Mom, breathe, you can do this," she said encouragingly as she stepped a little closer, not even a little sure that her mother heard. With as much pain as the woman seemed to be in, she doubted she would have heard anything in her position either. |
* Because he has become her protector, Glacier is allowed into any and all threads that Anais may be in, regardless of how they are tagged.