If I Was A Flower
11-21-2013, 06:07 PM
Pip remained largely silent, watching Azalea and gauging her reactions. "Indeed, there is always hope," Her aunt would say.
"Come with me and stay the night, if you will. Just promise me that you won't give birth while you're staying in my den." Azalea snorted, though a bit put on edge internally. "No, I really don't know that I'm that close... At least I hope not." Fear struck her gaze but was gone just a quickly though the worry failed to go away. Birthing was becoming less of a nasty affair and more of a terrifying affair the closer she got to it.
It was hard to avoid the unavoidable, after all. She stood then, content to follow her aunt as she had once followed Maverick.