03-26-2010, 07:12 PM
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WEWT!  D Puppies!! Wc: 819~ Out for her daily wandering, the dust-coloured fae had done the complete opposite action than her sister, needing to pace around and move her body even when such an important time was descending upon the Marinos. Ghita's small paws had taken her to the shores of Rabbit Lake, the need for wandering dictating that she hug the shoreline until the looming windmill came into sight. Letting out a soft sigh, she had lain beside the melting lake for almost an hour, letting the light breeze ruffle her fur. Would things be any different this time around? The mother couldn't help wondering, seeing as the situations were so similar. It hadn't been all that long ago that her ebony sister had birthed pups, although all three of her offspring had grown into themselves in such a small amount of time. With troubled storms brewing in her turquoises, Ghita lay her head in her hands, able to remember the exact day that Cambria, Amata, and Gotham had been born. The births of her sister's children had been hard on her soul, her heart still mending from the loss of her own pups. But this time it was different. Ghita had two beautiful children of her own, Sophia Knight and Aro Marino, who were healthy and lovely, a stark contrast from her first litter. These two, along with her mate, had fully occupied any room left in her heart for grieving. However, the emotions surrounding the birthing would be quite the same, the familiarity of the scene calling upon unwanted memories. Letting out another heavy sigh, the woman rose slowly to her paws, turning her frame back towards the mansion. And minute now, Savina could slip into labor, and Ghita - her own sister wouldn't know it more than she knew what a deer in Inferni territory was doing! Snorting her annoyance, the woman set off at a trot, passing Old Red with an expected swirl of happy emotions. Had it been that long ago since she launched herself into the hay with her light-hearted niece, Amata? It seemed almost like yesterday to her. Her traveling brought her thoughts towards Savina's older litter, wondering how they would react to the new puppies. From what she'd heard, Cambria was happy to have more siblings, but one never could be sure. Ghita only had Ehno and Savina in this world, and Russo, if you counted their half-sibling. The woman scarcely seemed to be around enough to develop a bond worthy of becoming jealous of, but, as she resolved, this time would be different. If only Ehno was still with them, and if the whole tension between him and Cambria would sink away... Then, maybe Ghita would be the happiest she'd ever been. But in this moment, with more of her family around than usual? She was pretty damn close. The Manor was looming into sight, proud and majestic as it had stood on the first day she arrived when Ghita registered Kansas' happy howl. Yelping in surprise, her mind was quick to judge the meaning, legs pounding as she ran across the remaining distance. Her heart was thudding now, not just from the exercise, but the fear that still lingered. Any pregnancy could go wrong, she knew that all too well. And if things took a turn for the worse, Ghita wanted to be there. And by the Gods, it would take a team of wild horses to keep her away! Launching herself up the same stairs Cambria had healed her on, the Optimed fae arrived in a tempest of fur and flying clothes, the sari she had taken to wearing swirling as Ghita clung to the doorframe, spinning into the room none too subtly. Panting almost more than the birthing mother herself, the sister immediately ran to Savina, kneeling beside Kansas as she quickly looked her sister over. Unfortunately, Ghita hadn't managed to get to know her sister's mate too well, a fact that she very much regretted now. However, a hand found itself patting his paw once, a giddy smile concealing the fear and worry that lay in her heart. Attention turning to Cambria, she gave her niece a smile too, although one filled with more warmth than she had given Kansas. The woman knew that her niece was learning healing (and quite successfully - her own cut had healed over with little complication), but couldn't help but wonder how many births she had actually been at. A veteran by now, Ghita wanted to reassure Cambria that the weight of the world was not on her shoulders today - there were many people here to help her out. "Ran here.. From Windmill." She panted, the broken English accented by pants that had not yet subsided, before she turned to Savina again, feeling relatively useless. "How are you feeling so far, sorella?" |