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Fields of green stretched out endlessly before her, caressing the rolling hills and swaying gently in the spring rain.  Dark clouds rolled over head but there was little wind and only the occasional roll of thunder or flash of lightning.  A peaceful morning.  However, Dægmar was in an ill mood.  Her body was sore and swollen and she felt nauseous.  Surely these kids would pop out some time soon.  Her encounter with Aksel was stirring softly in her mind and she wondered if she'd really be up to raising these kids, even as warriors could she really do this?  Might as well try… Dægmar's eyes began to droop lazily and she drifted off to sleep for a moment before the deafening air of silence caused her to stir.  The rain had stopped and the air felt heavy.  No birds though… odd… was there some greater storm on the way?  Curious Dægmar climbed out of her den and strolled out to find a good clearing from which to view the sky.

Aern loitered on the border of Imperium, body weaving through trees as she gazed out across the hills. There was a scent she'd caught near this place. A scent that bothered her in it's familiarity though at the moment she couldn't place it. She wasn't even sure she dared to place it. Stomach twisted… impossible. Lavender eyes turned skyward as the rain finally stopped falling. Shaking out her coat the goddess continued on her way, tracing the edge of the terra until she saw a familiar form standing a little ways away, staring up at the sky. Her heart stopped…. Dægmar…. her little sister.

Eyes narrowed sharply. So this is where that bitch had been? Aern moved to approach the woman, a swagger in her steps. "Aww… if it isn't my baby sister, how good to see-" Aern's voice caught in her throat sharply, painfully. She'd spent to long looking longingly at expecting mothers to miss the bulge. Dægmar…. was pregnant?!

Aern's eyes turned fiercely to meet her sisters. Dægmar was pregnant?! Of all the…. why would fate….. what was this. That Dægmar should be given children while she…. UNFORGIVABLE. Aerndís snarled, defenses flying up. "How did this happen?"

"Speech"