Arrow Lake another word for divine,

aure invites her in and blodreina steps inside the birthing den, her eyes dropping from the pale sylph to the two small newborns that are nestled against her. two copies of their parents, she thinks as she studies them. the question that aure presents her with draws blodreina's attention from the babes — and her subtle wonderment that she's growing little newborns like that within her own womb — back to their mother. she wonders if that question is asked just out of habit. a courtesy; because it's answer is more than loaded. how was she faring with her progressing pregnancy? or how was she faring with diaspora?

it depends. she replies vaguely. how're you faring? she returns the question, eager to get the spotlight off of her. the pregnancy was the easy part of this whole life disruption thing. she'd stopped having morning sickness but at the price of tenderness and a small swell of her sides that physically shows her condition. adjusting to a life that is so different than the only one she's ever known? difficult. depressing. so much of her was trigeda culture that she isn't sure who she is now that she's walked away from drageda. still trigeda, she tells herself. drageda's ultimate thoughts on her do not matter — it wasn't like the commander ever really enforced trigeda's traditions anyway.

they're beautiful. she remarks on the babes, peering down with softened eyes at the ebon babe as begins to drag himself towards her. and who're you? she coos towards him, glimpsing up at aure to make the ( formal ) introductions.