Blackfeather Woods sinnasaik

She doesn’t want to push anymore. She can’t. There’s nothing left to push. Maybe she can tear the child away from her, or Tahani can do it, but the thought sends a shudder down her spine. Her eyes tiredly trail upward as her sister offers to massage her belly, hoping to stimulate what is left. If there is another child, she can’t bear to think she can do this another time.
 
Shivali grits her teeth and tries again, shifting and abruptly shaking both her sons. Their pale forms are discarded in that moment as she moves between her legs and tugs the same time she pushes. The sac tears too soon and dark eyes widen, uncertain what to do but she’s driving form and with one final push, the gentle cradle of her teeth, her last born child is free. Quickly Shivali sets to working, cleaning the rest of the birthing mucous from her daughter and setting her near to her siblings once she realigns them all, pushing her closest to her breast to keep an eye on the youngest born. Noo matter how much she cleans her, she is much darker than her other siblings, curious to see against the stark white of their birth.