Sun Mote Copse dinah

it was his eyes that seized her first; their regal colour reminded the canaanite of snow against the first fierce greenery of early spring. mesmerized for a moment, eshamun did not immediately respond, and then remembered herself. observing the other's bearing -- one of worry and non-threat -- the woman relaxed, ears splaying as a sheepish smile crossed her lips.

"yes. i am ... with child, i believe. it is quite early, and theref--" her words were cut off by a fresh wave of sickness, and eshamun ducked into the bushes against, her face hidden from view but the spasms of her body clearly visible. 

shamefacedly the canaanite returned. "i am ... forgive me. i am quite embarassed."