Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

nazli speaks of putting her faith within her goddess, and racharra affirms it with a nod. she'll have faith in Nwt too.

the topic flows into marriage, children, and racharra's opinions on them, and while she bumps her head along, racharra is faced with the same conundrum as always. what does she think, what does she want, and what does she feel.
and is any of it true.

i'm sure it is. racharra's fortunate then for toula to be pharoah. perhaps her marriage would've already been decided, or she would not even be nebet. a fellahin, which would've been fine if it's with toula, but under a different rulership it might've just been a punishment. if toula is the gentle warmth of a sunny day, then all those that came before her must've been the heat that threatens to take all that dare lie beneath it under the summer sun.

well.. marriage and motherhood.. it's a little daunting, isn't it? marigold eyes drift away from nazli, and turn to the oil stained bed. it could've easily been blood from birth, or after consumating a marriage. even if it's cleaned, it'd always carry the memory of such an event. but for now, it carries the memory of a disturbed prayer. i think it can be lovely.. it'd be lovely, but.. i think people are too quick to jump on it. she thinks of all the pregnant wolves to the visit to the moon village, and apparently one of the muat-riya fellahin was blessed with a litter this year. soon, her heart sinks, toula would too.
ah, this isn't to judge you for wishing for it, i just.. i just wonder if it's worth all the risks for myself. and those of previous litters left for new children, what happens to them?