wake, dreamer

Ever Mayawyn · 10-04-2011, 08:57 PM

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kill me for the wait. backdated to August 29.

When she opened her eyes again Ever saw the moon. It was nebulous, shadowed by clouds stained with the dark of night. The moon, yet so amorphous, filled the window that was simply stuck facing the sea. That too, would have also been radiating the same unnatural sallow that the moon was if not for thrashing movement and animosity of the cloud’s umbrage.

Her first glimpse of that night had been when it was still fresh, the horizon burning a pale orange that began to fuse with the blackening marina. She had fallen into a painful doze, every preeminent writhe waking her instantly, instantly meaning by practice. Each conclusion of the day brought negligible rest, and although the pregnant lady’s drained expression had become almost permanent, she slept no more than any other night. This lasted for the customary two months. Moments when she woke, where there were many, Ever strained to keep quiet, gracious almost, for she was not sleeping alone. In fear she would wake him and find him grieving her own sting with her, she stayed up until she was sure she would not strike violently again. This plan never worked, but it worked the best.

The moon, now forcing a burden she would never had committed, was drawing her to its eye with its familiar haul. Disturbing Ezra would only cause her more distress, but this night felt different. She hadn’t slept more than a few pitiful slumbers, finding the moon her only friend more than usual in the dark. Now, as the covers felt anomalous around her cold form, the urge was, in fact, being committed.

With the door closed silently behind her, the luster-pelted woman set off as best as she could into the woods. It was as lonely and silent in the rich, murky emerald setting as an abandoned village. It was also dark, like everything else. However, Ever could have made it to the stable even if she were blind, which would have been a better alternative on that midnight. She was sore every day, now, finding even tender touches to be like daggers. So, it only made sense that she hadn’t ridden Saphraine since before the pregnancy. The word and thoughts that perused the idea sent a frightening ice all the way to her salient abdomen, and so she hurried to her oasis.

Upon arriving, Ever made as little effort as possible to get inside. Exertion was similar to death being released momentarily on her bones. But once indoors, she greeted familiar faces. Most companions were asleep, hardly stirring at her miniscule disturbance. Saphraine, of course, was not present, but his equivalent other, Petra, nickered a short greeting to his companion’s mate. The lady pressed herself against the buckskin horse’s stall and fell asleep almost instantly, wrapped in more comfort that was the barn rather than the old, abrasive blanket.

Finally, when her frosty ocean blue irises opened to whatever brightness was offered, it wasn’t the moon. Morning had come with a few hours rest at last. Almost out of habit, Ever stood and prepared to go to the barn. Even though, through her pregnancy, she had been working less and less. But when than bloat of her stomach carrying her unreal, yet unborn children, caught up with her, she felt sick. Fortunately, she hadn’t suffered much more than very mild forms of pregnancy affects while others, similar to her tenderness, raged out of control.

She went to leave immediately, but the first step sent her stumbling. The silver lady would have fallen if not for the prompt door to her left. Pain racked claws through her body for a lingering minute, before fading. Ever felt the illness aura again while adrenaline shot icy fear through her. Limping, all her usual docile grace gone, the girl escaped the confines of the stable aisle. The first tightening had made her numb, but now she lay against a tree close to the barn opening, and the sensation returned. Her damaged, petite bark was cut off by the pain. She knew she couldn’t make it back.

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