The future is littered with prizes

Giselle Fantasia · 07-01-2012, 06:16 PM

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WC: 466. SO PREPARE FOR THE COUP OF THE CENTURY.

And it's warm and real and bright o/`

There was excitement, there was joy, there were fears, and there were doubts. Whatever passionate side had swept over Giselle all those nights ago had been worthwhile, for she had received a most precious gift. When she had discovered it, the red haired woman was far from prepared for the news. It was the Dauphin who had told her himself, having seen signs of other Court women when they were given the gift of life within them. Initially, it delighted the woman, but then scared her to tears. After calming herself later that day, giving the news to Silvano brought her emotions back to the surface again, as well as his. Giselle had never thought to see her mate express a spectrum of emotions, when it was mostly she who was prevalent in that area.

Regardless of how either of them felt, there was one thing that was certain: puppies were coming. At present, the woman put her dainty hands on her growing belly delicately, smiling down at the protrusion. She had been experiencing strange things that happened to pregnant females, and the auburn haired female wasn't sure if she liked them all that much. But none of those things were currently happening, as she breathed in the cool air of the young afternoon. Giselle was seated on a bench - the same bench Strel had put her upon when she was given the news - half of her body in the sun and the other half in the shade. Gusts of wind played with the hem her yellow sundress, which was starting to become rather tight around her midsection, and had flipped a few pages from the open book by her side. The petite female wasn't sure when she stopped reading and began humming, finding it mentally soothing by slowly rubbing her hands rhythmically across her belly as she did so.

Powder blue eyes were focused on the horizon, wisps of dark hair dancing in front of her shoulders. Giselle was daydreaming, as she often did, but instead she could see her own puppies playing in fields of gold and lavender. Since meeting a few young wolves, the snow white beauty had wanted some of her own, but couldn't quite express it to Silvano. The damsel wasn't all too sure how the knight would react, if he (or she) would be ready, or how they would raise them. Giselle loved young pups whenever she was around them... but how would she treat her own? The woman never knew her own mother, and so felt worried about the mother she would become. Her name being called out in the distance had put her thoughts to a brief end, though, as Giselle turned her flower-decorated head in the direction of the familiar voice. Oh, I'm over here~!

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