Hushed Willows wohlhabend

Olive had not delayed in requesting Mahler’s presence. The druid had seen what the man was capable of at Aure’s delivery and knew that her high standards would be met by no one else — and, this time around, she needed an expert’s guiding hand to ensure her that everything was fine. Everything did seem fine, despite the circumstances of their birth — but the stress and the worry did not wane after Stigmata had dutifully fetched her Seraphim and the new family was moved to the sanctuary. 

Olive was not convinced of the total and complete health of @Sundance, @Reif and @Atwood. Sure, they appeared to be fine, for all intents and purposes, but her judgement was skewed by the panic and the pain and the weird cocktail of new mommy hormones that had overtaken her. The labor and delivery had been too sudden and too difficult for she and her babies to have gotten away without a scratch, a defect or stillbirth. Could she be that lucky, and that unlucky, at the same time? She was addled, and needed another to give her the confidence to finally settle into her third round of motherhood. 

He arrived as she was resting with @Seabreeze and @Ariel. “Mahler,”  she greeted and lifted her head, her voice strained with a sense of urgency. Perhaps she should have thanked him for coming, or introduced her wives to the Doctor, but she got right to the point. “They came early,”  she explained, almost embarrassed to say it out loud. She knew it wasn’t true, but it felt as if she had failed her sons in some way — had put them in danger by traveling so far along in her pregnancy, and robbed them of a critical week of prenatal development. But, Mahler needed to know the details. “About a week.” 

Her ivy gaze flicked down, to the earth. “— and the delivery was… difficult.”