Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

week 1 almost 2 of her pregnancy. going to say she's showing some basic symptoms.

back within the familiarity of the bypass for a week now, the time passes and praimfaya aims to distract herself with her duties as leader and patrols. these take up most of her time as the worry that her quest was unsuccessful nags at the back of her mind. how would she know ...besides the obvious symptoms? though she hasn't the slightest clue how to be a mother — or even if she was truly ready for it, oops — there is a constant wave of devastation that threatens to break over her at the consideration that she might not be pregnant. letting this anxiety worry at her leaves her with an ache too alike the ache that she had constantly been at war with directly and for some time after dacio's death.

she supposed she could always ask mahler about symptoms — he'd offered to be her midwife after all; but there was a slight wall of awkwardness at the thought. that was a question she should've asked her mother.

as she sets out towards the borders, seeking the routine of distraction from her internal worries, praimfaya feels a sudden wave of nausea. she immediately thinks it was the fault of the rabbit she'd taken from the cache to sate the rumble of her stomach before her patrol. it hadn't smelled rotten but then again she's been away for a while and knew when she ate it, it wasn't all that fresh.

her steps pause and she takes a deep breath, thinking that if it wasn't the rabbit than was her own anxiety over the mere idea of failure, of if something was wrong with her — she might not even be able to have cubs! — and presently and forcibly pushes such thoughts from her mind as she takes to the borders.

she forces herself to focus upon the scents, the familiar and the new and the places where scent is sparse; pausing long enough here and there to add her own scent to the borders to keep her mind occupied.