Dragoncrest Cliffs Mentor

erzulie smiled wanly. "it will hurt. i will not lie. dere are t'ings dat can be done for de pain, but only at de beginning." she shifted closer, giving lorelai a look of great support. "it feels like de waves of de sea. a start. a peak. an end."
each contraction had its process.
"when de pain becomes unbearable, de children are ready to be born."
with a mother's practiced thought, erzulie knew she must be present to help lorelai whelp.
"i want information," she told noir gently. "about de comins' and goins' of de sea." now that she was aware of blackwater, her guardian's instinct had reared its head. "in return i will midwife for lorelai when de time comes."