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Post by taran on Sept 30, 2008 23:39:41 GMT -5
Mar nodded at the midwife, placing his hands gently on her belly and pushing. He was soft in his effort, yet forceful. Somehow, he knew the exact force needed to help push the child free without harming it. He smiled as he saw the head began to emerge, joy beginning to build in him that his mission would soon be over.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 1, 2008 12:26:38 GMT -5
Nashante felt the child moving down through her. The delicate skin tearing with the force of the child’s head as it appeared. Her screams echoed out through the castle. Her breath came heavy as she panted trying to take air into her lungs. She leaned upon Mar as he curled around her putting pressure upon the child to ease it free. Every push brought the child closer to life outside the womb. Nashante continued to bleed heavily. The midwife watched her closely with concern showing through her eyes. “Push hard Nashante. This one is it!” Nashante felt as the pain came upon her as she bore down, pushing with all of the strength she could gather. Her only thought was of ending this nightmare that had become her life. As the child’s head emerged the midwife called out to Nashante. “Stop pushing now. Whatever you do, do not push.” She moved her hand to Nashante’s hips as she placed a finger under the cord wrapped around the child’s neck. The child’s skin was blue in contrast to the white of its mother’s legs. The midwife uncoiled the cord and looked at Mar. She shook her head as the child took no breath. “Okay Nashante. The shoulders now. One more push and then your work is done.” Nashante bore down as the midwife guided the shoulders, first one and then the other. Nashante screamed out in pain as the shoulders passed and then in relief as she felt the child slide free of her body. She lay back against Mar as her loss of blood finally took her consciousness with it. Holding the girl, the midwife took her finger to clean the fluid from the babe's mouth. She rubbed gently upon her chest to push the fluid from within her lungs. The healer looked at the babe as the midwife tied the cord and cut it. She took a clean towel and washed the babe again trying to stimulate it to breath. The girl remained still within her hands. The healer shook his head as he turned his attention to Nashante. Her need was greatest at the moment. As he worked on the mother as the midwife looked down at the child avoiding Mar’s eyes. She held the babe out to him. “I’m sorry.’ She told him softly.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 1, 2008 12:30:55 GMT -5
Morzan sat in his home, wishing he would not have to go in the morning. He cradled Marola in his arms, holding her close. The baby girl opened her eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back at her. "I promise," he told her in the ancient language, "I will not let anything happen to you. I love you, Marola." She blinked, as if to tell him she understood. Morzan wished this moment could last forever. One of the servants came in. "We'll take good care of her," she said. "You better," Morzan said, "Or you won't live long enough to regret it." The servant nodded in understanding. "When will you be back, sir?" she asked him. "In a month. I wish it would not be that long, but there's nothing I can do about it." She nodded again and left, letting Morzan have some time alone with his daughter before he had to leave.
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Post by taran on Oct 1, 2008 14:12:21 GMT -5
( OOC: not something funny to talk about Jeriah. I've lost a few siblings in childbirth. Not a funny thing.)
Mar looked down at the child, tears in his eyes. He felt a connection to the child, something beyond anything he could describe. He took the child in his eyes, walking to the window. He looked out over the city, then back down at the child. He opened his mind to little girl, trying to feel her alive. He found her barely living. Reaching with all his might, he pulled her life back, magically clearing her throat and lungs of water and putting air in her lungs. As he saw her take breaths, he smiled, the tears now tears of joy. He turned back to the midwife, showing her the baby. "She's alive!" he shouted to her, gesturing at the child.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 1, 2008 15:54:03 GMT -5
OOC: I'm sorry, Taran. I was talking about her desciption of what Nashante was going through. Sorry if I hurt anyone. I didn't mean to. Wow, I feel really bad now. I'm sorry. *hides head in a hole and refuses to come out*
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Post by taran on Oct 1, 2008 17:02:28 GMT -5
OOC: its alright Jeriah. really, its fine. I'm just saying that some things aren't funny to talk about, no matter how you do. No harm done.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 1, 2008 17:04:13 GMT -5
The girl lay in his arms as she took her first breath. Her big brown eyes looking up to the man who held her. Her hand grasped his finger pulling at it with the uncoordinated movements of her body. As she looked at him, a darkness swirled within her eyes briefly, quickly replaced by a small spark of light.
The midwife looked at Mar as the baby lived, held tenderly in his strong embrace. "What did you do?" she asked. "This should not be so."
Nashante awakened as she heard the baby cry. She turned her face away from the child. Speaking to the wall she asked Mar, "How long do I have to remain now. Am I free to go now?" The healer had finished with her and other than being weak and weary, she was in a hurry to leave. The midwife looked at her with disgust in her eyes. "You will need to remain with the child for at least a month and give yourself time to recover." Nashante rolled her eyes. She rose to leave. "I have done my part." The midwife grabbed her by the shoulders with surprising strength pushing her back to the bed. "There are things that only you can do for the child for a while. You will remain by order of the King until he releases you!"
The midwife looked to Mar as the healer left the room. "Put the child to her breast and make sure she allows her to suckle. She will need the strength that her mother's milk will afford her for the first 6 weeks." She turned and left the room having given Mar his instructions.
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Post by taran on Oct 1, 2008 17:20:44 GMT -5
Mar nodded as the midwife left, looking at the child. He smiled, touching the girls nose softly with his finger. He walked to Nashante, finally looking up at her. "You need to nurse the child," he said. "If you don't, she'll die and you'll have to do all this over again." He handed her the baby, picking up the mess left by her labor.
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Post by Tismri on Oct 1, 2008 17:26:19 GMT -5
OOC: it doesn't make me feel any better, though. I'm sorry.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 1, 2008 17:29:04 GMT -5
Nashante glared at the child as Mar handed the babe to her. "I will not look after this abomination. I want nothing to do with her!" She thought about his words and rolled her eyes. She took a pillow placing it in her lap to raise the child to her breast so that she would not have to hold her. She sat back against the bed as the child nursed. When the child had finished, Nashante picked her up and set her upon the floor. She turned away from her and stared silently out the window.
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Post by taran on Oct 1, 2008 19:11:01 GMT -5
Mar frowned at Nashante, walking over to pick up the child. He held her gently, lovingly. He sat down on the bed beside Nashante, leaning against the wall. "You know," he said. "This is YOUR child, and is a very part of you. She comes from you, and will always be a part of you. I think you should let that influence your decisions. When she grows up, do you want a daughter who despises her mother and may one day seek revenge? Just think about it." He sat there quietly, holding the child in his arms. "So, what is her name?"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 1, 2008 19:25:42 GMT -5
Nashante listened to Mar but did not turn to face him. “I want nothing to do with that child. I did not want a daughter at all lest you forget I had no choice in the matter. As for her name…” Nashante thought for a moment. “Call her Kalri. It suits her. It means ‘The Dark One, Devourer of Time’. That is exactly how I feel about her. She stole almost a year of my life.” Nashante rose walking to the washroom and slammed the door.
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Post by taran on Oct 2, 2008 20:47:06 GMT -5
Mar frowned at Nashante as she left into the washroom. "Kalri it is then," he said, looking down at the little girl. "That may be your name, but it isn't who you are. Remember that when you think you can't escape it." He held the baby softly, tenderly, looking into her eyes and seeing something there that frightened him, and not for himself.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 13, 2008 17:06:02 GMT -5
Nashante stayed in the washroom until she heard the child crying. She opened the door and screamed at Mar. "Can't you make her shut up?"
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Post by taran on Oct 14, 2008 0:25:59 GMT -5
Mar frowned at Nashante, his rage visible in his eyes. He had never given anyone that look before, one so full of anger and hate, not even to those who he was sent to kill. "Why don't you act like a mother and take care of your child!?!?" he said, more than asked, as he stood and walked to her. "She needs milk, the only thing she can get from you."
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