Hideaway Strath ceathairéad

Untrained eyes could easily have seen the effects of the past few weeks on Lotte. Their Banrion had suffered more greatly than any of them had and Hemlock had vowed to do all she could to ensure that pain was eased. She did not feel good about the trial or the punishments of the troublemakers. She did not feel good about many things, these days, but for Lotte an unfair pressure what been put on her. She was now the mother of all, of hopes, and dreams, and prosperity when it should have been a far more private affair. The still of the Strath was broken by the call and Hemlock sprung up, grabbing the meager amount of herbs she'd managed to gather. 

She was aware of the sensation of being watched, no doubt Arturo and Chusi both were near but for once she paid them little attention. She slunk into the small nest, giving a whine - even if the Banrion lashed out at her she would care little. "These will help with your pain, dearest."  She said softly as she nosed the raspberry towards Lotte. The borage for her milk could wait, right now, Hemlock wanted to be the brace for her Queen and ensure the promises that she had made. "Tonight you do as millions have before you, and all their strength and energy will be yours."  She tried to soothe the fears as best as she could, ignoring the other sensations prickling in her own skull. Her tongue washed briefly over Lotte's face, hoping she could calm her however possible. She wouldn't fear, not then, not when she was about to play witness to something so beautiful.