Hushed Willows 1936

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Though she was not as pregnant as she would be, Lily still felt the strain of added mass. The pups pushed hard on her bladder, so she urinated frequently. They squirmed a lot, so she was often sore. She felt constantly hungry and constantly tired, and in her darker moments, she wondered why she had chosen this at all. If it was even worth the trouble.

The blackbird, having relieved herself for the tenth time so far that day, came across the mud-streaked Olive with a look of amusement over her face. What are you doing? she asked, taking note of the bedraggled pile of old greenery at the midwife's side. Those herbs surely aren't good for anything; they look terrible. Oh. . .

She trailed off, for she realized Olive had been engaged in burying the plants, something she'd not really seen before. Seeds and saplings, sure, but not detritus. What are you doing? she asked again, but differently, curiosity entering her tone.