Poor Sweet Child [banefam]

Walk | Talk | Think
 
(( Gonna go ahead to get the birthing going - baby can post if Ral wants - but feel free to assume Lior got back with enough time to hand off the plant stuffs! I can work it in during her next reply. )) 
 
Distracted, lost, within the mind-numbing process of giving birth, it was not the conscious part of Tahlia's mind that heard her son call for her. It registered in a quieter piece of it, a piece that was not focused on the task at hand, that did not manage to break through the cloud she was veiled in to let her know that her cries had been heard. Oblivious, she only continued to move about in search of a position that felt comfortable, that felt right, and suffered through the worsening pains of labor as her body continued to prepare itself to bring her puppies into the world and her mind begged the whole process to stall and stop for good. 

Pain coupled with sadness brought along with it fresh tears and she felt her eyes welling up even as she clenched them shut against the unbearable discomfort. No, she could not do this! Raising children on her own without her husband? She had gotten away from that when she and her eldest children had been banished from their old home in Seracia and she had been done with it since. Tahlia was no single mother, she was part of a team, a piece to a whole only completed by her mate and husband. How was she ever going to do this when she was so broken? She felt more like an unfit mother than she ever had in her life. 

A new voice addressed her, one that belonged to her eldest daughter. She must have been close from the sound of it, but Tahlia paid her no mind. She was fully devoted to the pain that wracked her weakening frame, the helplessness and defeat that she felt consuming her mind, the emptiness that filled in the cracks. Another voice - now her youngest daughter - joined Anais's encouragement, but still the birthing mother could not be pulled away. The pain was at its peak now, and any second she was going to give birth to the first of her last litter no matter how she felt about the matter.