Moonspear Two Worlds

Nasamik had not ventured often from the lodge these past days. Her belly had grown large, heavy—too much to have any desire to stand or walk. 

Exhaustion overcame her. Many naps were required, mood swings following the wake of each. 

At this hour, she had wanted to sleep, but a sound stirred her. Irritated, her eyes snapped towards the entryway. But only a groan came in reply. She did not want to move to see who had come. To their lodge son, @Quennell, she murmured. See who is here. Ask of them what they want, A soft-spoken request, Nasamik trying her best to hide away her soured mood.