Post by Tismri on Jul 20, 2021 10:11:13 GMT -5
(Don’t mind me…needed to find a place to do this thing.)
Shallan walked through the streets of Revenant’s Toll, feeling increasingly antsy. Yes, she was more than happy to live here, especially when the gloom turned the sky into the most breathtaking colors. But she hadn’t left Mor Dhona in almost two full weeks, and it was beginning to drive her crazy. Y’shtola was concerned about Shallan’s health ever since she had fainted, but this was too much.
I’m pregnant, not an invalid! she thought, fuming as she paused for a rest in the aetheryte plaza. She’d known a number of women who traveled while carrying, and they were just fine. The Scions were overreacting.
She glance aside at today’s babysitter. At least it wasn’t Urianger trying to talk her ear off this time. Or Estinien, who had taken Y’shtola’s command much to heart and had actually locked Shallan within the Dawn’s Respite for the entire day.
Today was Zena…gods, that was almost worse. Ever since they had been reunited in the First, there has been a tension between them. They had gone through the same ordeal, suffered the same pain, and defeated the same foe. Shouldn’t that have brought them closer together? Instead it had driven a wedge between them. But for a few fleeting instances, no one remembered Zena’s trials. They only recalled Shallan’s suffering, and Shallan’s triumphs. Zena seemed to resent that, though she kept her peace. And now that they were together again, shouldn’t things at least begin to go back to normal?
Shallan’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt a spirited kick inside her. She smiled and rubbed the spot. “You going to love fighting just as much as your parents, little one?” she asked softly.
Shallan walked through the streets of Revenant’s Toll, feeling increasingly antsy. Yes, she was more than happy to live here, especially when the gloom turned the sky into the most breathtaking colors. But she hadn’t left Mor Dhona in almost two full weeks, and it was beginning to drive her crazy. Y’shtola was concerned about Shallan’s health ever since she had fainted, but this was too much.
I’m pregnant, not an invalid! she thought, fuming as she paused for a rest in the aetheryte plaza. She’d known a number of women who traveled while carrying, and they were just fine. The Scions were overreacting.
She glance aside at today’s babysitter. At least it wasn’t Urianger trying to talk her ear off this time. Or Estinien, who had taken Y’shtola’s command much to heart and had actually locked Shallan within the Dawn’s Respite for the entire day.
Today was Zena…gods, that was almost worse. Ever since they had been reunited in the First, there has been a tension between them. They had gone through the same ordeal, suffered the same pain, and defeated the same foe. Shouldn’t that have brought them closer together? Instead it had driven a wedge between them. But for a few fleeting instances, no one remembered Zena’s trials. They only recalled Shallan’s suffering, and Shallan’s triumphs. Zena seemed to resent that, though she kept her peace. And now that they were together again, shouldn’t things at least begin to go back to normal?
Shallan’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt a spirited kick inside her. She smiled and rubbed the spot. “You going to love fighting just as much as your parents, little one?” she asked softly.
