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a son.

son, boy, prince. perfect, tavina had called him as treva stared at him. careful to settle him to her side. still she could only find herself staring at him. disbelief, pride, confusion, concern.

she did not know what she felt.

she did not know if she felt anything at all in these physically warping moments.

it mattered little, though, as nature riddled her with waves once more. a lowly sound that started somewhere deep in her belly and came out in windy rolls. as if she was a ghost haunting this place suddenly. this next child saw it fit to test the limits of their mother. this one would take their time.

but treva would deliver once more. this one just as healthy as the first. now she knew the process and this one she could clean herself. the reveal of a gender once more as she nosed the thing for life and inspection.

a daughter.

one who cried softly for but a moment before treva could place her near the son she had birthed. two brown, chubby things for children. hardly an impressive sight for all the fuss and pain they had caused her.

at the very least, she thought, it all seemed to be over.