Sequoia Coast Crumble like a temple, built from future daughters.

For @Galathilion and Dreamer, if there's interest! She will wake up when the dice tell me to wake her. Feel free to PP @Airasëa, they do not have a player yet!

On the morning of March 22nd, six days prior to when her children were meant to be earthside, Wilwarin sleeps a deep and seemingly endless sleep beneath the ice, where @Wolf Dreamer guards her.

The two boys at her belly are alive and well, but they are hungry and she has not yet woken to tend to them, and shows little sign of stirring from the full-body exhaustion. The onset of her labor had been gradual at first—then intense, as her body evacuated the daughters she was meant to have; they were gone now, removed by the scarred man while Wilwarin slept.

The floor of the shelter is streaked red and pink. The walls are scratched from where she'd so desperately clawed at them. Her sides undulate with even breaths rather than the panicked, ragged, rabbit-heart breathing that had overwhelmed her system the previous day and night.

It is warm here; but warmth is not all a newborn needs.