Emberwood the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east

closing here ♥ welcome babies!

Olive really hadn’t considered what might happen after her babies were born — the fact that they had been born at all was still an astonishing fact, to her. For several serious moments, she had been quite convinced that she and her babies were going to die, and what would poor Seabreeze and Ariel, already prone to melancholy, be in the wake of all their deaths? 

But now that her three boys, warm and full of life, suckled heartily at her belly, and she could feel her milk become stimulated and rush to flow… it dawned on her that there indeed would be an afterwards, and it needed to be dealt with immediately. Thankfully, if she could have chosen any two others to aid her on this journey, it would have been Stigmata and her dearest brother. Cortez remedied the problem easily, by sending the General to Elysium to fetch the Seraphim who would then shepherd the new family to safety. Though it was the only option that made sense, and Olive knew that only Stigmata would complete this task in the way that it needed to be completed, she felt her heart lurch at the thought of sending him away. Not only did she feel overly exposed with only one guardian, as valiant as he was, but she wished for Stigmata to have the chance to meet her children. Their children.

Olive met his gaze and held it, almost as would a supplicant who begged him to please hurry. There was no telling what might happen with a new mother and her babes, smelling fresh of blood and birth, out in the open. Stigmata had found her pretty quickly, but he had probably been stalking her like he always was. However, Olive was filled with renewed confidence that all would fine. Everything had been fine up to this point, hadn’t it? The druid pressed her nose against each of her three boys in turn, the leaned against Cortez and released tense breath. Wow, just… wow.