Blackfeather Woods i've got a little black book with my poems in

Yes, she knew she was --- wait, why was Maegi smiling like that? Sons?

Th-thank you, I guess, but Maegi -- She was too riled to really catch-on to the mania that had somehow distilled within the pale woman. Parvati tried to focus despite her own terror and discomfort and rambled, Why do I feel like this? Something moving, kicking, f-feel it, here! A fresh wave of internal shuffling began and Parvati tensed, but shifted her weight and positioned herself so that Maegi could look at her ripe belly; there was an almost imperceptible shifting of her flesh, something kicking at her ribs. L-look, do you see it? I can feel them.

Parvati was terrified, and the strain of that terror wasn't so great for the babies inside of her. If she didn't calm down then she could easily slip in to an early delivery and, fearful of this, she had sought out the specter for help. Her gaze shifted to the soil, to the mud and the -- the piles of -- were those worms? With a deep set frown.