Into the Storm

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[ 98] Nymaya: Into the Storm
Tue Apr 12 02:01:10 2011
To: All New_Thalos Reklah Dar'shin Jadess ( Cayenna Necrucifer Imm RP )
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Slowly but surely, the cramping pain that had been catching at her began to rise and crest.

She knew it wouldn't be long now until her contractions began in full. There was a sense of elation there, coupled powerfully with dread. She was already exhausted. The pain and discomfort leading up to labor had kept her awake for well over a day and she hadn't even reached the difficult parts yet.

She paced and paced until standing became too much, and then with the aid of the midwife - an able elf who's calm no-nonsense mannerism in the face of the chaos of the moment was a rock she found herself clinging to - she was set to rest upon the bed against a mound of pillows.

The elven midwife, who's name escaped her though it may have been mentioned, moved away to the door and she managed to pick up on a series of orders streaming forth.

"...towels, water, prepared herbs. And see that a messenger is sent to the Dark Lord of Shadow immediately."

She wanted desperately to know if there was a problem but she couldn't form the question. Instead, she found herself gazing out the window. There was a breeze coming in off the Ishtar and the thin white silken draperies that bracketed the arched window billowed in slow, hypnotic movements. A pristine moment ensued then, one blessedly devoid of pain, and in the distance, she heard the ominous rumble of thunder.

It wasn't often the desert was blessed by rain but the next gust of wind brought with it the heady scent of moisture, even though the sky through the window appeared as azure as ever to her distant gaze. As she watched though, she began to perceive a shadow, a darkening. And then she became intensely aware that she had wrapped her hand around the stone at her throat - and that it had awakened.

Heat flooded through her and even in the dry depths of the desert, moisture beaded on her flesh. Panic ensued then but was curbed almost maliciously by the pulses of the stone. A full on contraction caught her by surprise in the process, stole her breath and curled her around a pillow she had been grasping to.

"Breathe, Nymaya."

The order was barked, lacking any room for argument. The midwife had her face in her grasp then, forcing Nymaya to look at her, and the stern expression was enough - as was the command. Her gasps were short and sharp but it shocked her past the unexpected moment and into the memory of having done this before.

Everything might have been fine from then on out, but the heat flooding her body never ceased. She knew what it meant. She knew Uvall was watching, waiting, with her as always.

A heavy, charged silence followed the overwhelming pain of that singular contraction. The midwife rose up from the bed to go to a polite knock at the door and into the space remaining, another stronger roll of thunder fell. It was nearly upon New Thalos if the darkening of the sky and the edge of the black cloud cover were any indication.

The stone had warmed in her hand, not uncomfortable enough to burn her, but so close. Waiting...

...if you want your due, Uvall...you will ensure I survive this..

And following the thought, her eyes drifted shut and blessed sleep enveloped her.