Hideaway Strath Are You My Mommy?

 

While Hemlock did know of the young girl she hadn't made a point to seek her out. Partially, it was awkward to try and assume the whys of her world when Hemlock was so caught up in her own. It made her selfish, but, she had always been that way truthfully. It was worse now that her stomach was growing steadily and so was her gait. She was becoming more awkward and uncomfortable, her movements less refined (not that hers ever had been, but, she'd had a certain grace.) Hemlock was making a slow path through the Strath with a bundle of herbs she'd gathered to take to the cache. She paused, breathing deeply through her nostrils, as she felt a little volley of kicks from deep in her abdomen. 

She chuckled, although she was still terrified and a little awestruck. To think that this was her life - that this was hers - it was a little overwhelming. She would make due though, she was determined to do so. She resumed her slow walk through the territory, unknowingly putting her right into the path of the young woman who had sought to find her.