BABIEEES
Wander had gotten used to keeping herself scarce, only making her presence known when she was needed, called for help, or just to linger silently around Clover in a sort of timid mental state. She kept close to the golden maiden, practically basking in that chipper energy while emanating one of something that felt like dread, something that was uncomfortable, and under stress. Though her own offspring was due soon enough, she wasn't quite as large as Clover was. In a way, she was envious of the other woman's happiness, which only brought the twisting feeling of shame. However, the dame couldn't help but feel grateful in some odd way, enjoying the presence of the other woman. After all, it did seem to keep Sirius at bay.
She was sitting outside quietly when hark captured her name, barked out with urgency. As quickly as she could, she got to her feet and quickly made her way into Sirius's quarters and to his form and the golden damsel, or rather, their blobby shapes.
What is it? What's going on? the blind woman asked, puzzled and slightly panicked. It didn't help that she was uneasy, not wanting to be so close to Sirius in her state. Is it the children?
It was a strange feeling, to be speaking in such a loud tone. Or, at least, it was loud for Wander, the tone still soft and concerned. Every slender muscle was tense and on edge.
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