A Moment to Spare
04-08-2013, 02:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-08-2013, 03:20 PM by Erani.)
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Erani was counting. She was low on Lavender, it seemed. And Slippery Elm bark. A few of her mint types were low, too. She rose and looked through the unsorted pile; there was some Lavender. But no Elm bark or mints. Plenty of Cress. She began sorting out the various plants. The life inside her wriggled, positions changing, ever changing. She?d begun to notice differences in each of those bodies inside her. One would lead, and the rest would follow in a dance of wriggling and twitching; all but one, who moved alone. But of course, she couldn?t tell them completely apart; she couldn?t see inside herself, now could she? But she was sure now. There were five. As her mother had been sure of her brood?s number before their birth, now Erani was aware of the number of lives her body held. And so much more. She?d begun to deduce faint hints of personality. The first mover was always the most robust, distinct movement. Must be a male she mused. Strong. He?d be a good warrior or hunter. I don?t think a Healer will be in this one?s path of Craft. She smiled. Her ears flicked toward the mouth of the cave as a shadow fell across the floor. A moment later, Chrysanthe?s voice, quiet and? Was that a hint of tentative in her tones? Erani rose and turned. ?I?ve all the time in the world, Chrysanthe. What do you need?? Her eyes raked the young Beta?s body, watching for signs of injury; a limp, a favored leg or paw. There was no sign of any injury that she could see as of yet. So her eyes rose to study the blue gaze looking back at her. There was a note to that look on Chrysanthe?s face. Erani?s mothering senses, already trained by raising Cairo?s children, were now heightened to a new degree by her own pregnancy. The Mother?s Sixth sense. It told her that Chrysanthe needed no medical help. Just someone to talk to. To confide in. She nodded to a comfortable spot near the center of the main room and settled there herself, with room for the younger female. And there, she waited to see what Chrysanthe had to say. |