He makes advances till his wheels cease to roll

Siv Helsi · 10-06-2012, 11:16 AM

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(405) I edited that line. Also, some PP here--poke me if you want it changed. <3 Also think you meant Siv instead of Draugr but I COULD BE WRONG. Tongue

The inside of her home was circular in design, surrounding a central fire-pit that was the only place of exposed earth within the place. A collection of hides, which had been stitched together and were not of top quality work, formed a floor that was further covered by other pieces of material. Leather, fur, it all served to form a clean and comfortable sort of carpeting above the ground. The entryway took most of the abuse from dirty feet, as no water leaked in elsewhere. It was a simplistic but well-planned design and served her needs.

Circling the fire were logs for sitting, though Itachi settled closer to the flame and on the floor. Siv was fussing with things behind him, and hurried to fill a metal pot with water from a sack made from the belly of an animal. This she carefully positioned near the edge of the fire, where coals served to heat it. Once done, she positioned herself at his side. Though a large woman, her motions were graceful despite the obvious bulge in her own stomach. There would not be many children, she thought, and was content with that for the time—it seemed fate would grant her two more to assist.

Gingerly, she motioned for the children. There were two of them, and while warm, they needed more than that to live. Already she feared that their tiny bodies might be suffering from exposure, and carefully, she positioned her arms to hold them both. It took some guidance but the instinct and will to survive was one of all wild things. They latched on to her exposed breasts (Siv was nude, but nudity was natural for them) and began to suckle. A breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped in a huge sigh.

Though relieved, her eyes were still large and shadowed as they turned to Itachi. He was perhaps a year or so younger than her, but she had come to consider his mate (for she thought of them as this) as another daughter. China had never fully recovered from her ordeals in the world, least of all the miscarriage, and the gods had seen fit to take her back. Perhaps now, Siv reflected, she would have peace. She did not promise him anything, believing it bad luck to speak things aloud before they came to pass, and did not ask what she feared. Her face said enough.

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