Stone Circle Little movements So divine

Inkeri in her new motherhood is beautiful, but Tauris is quick to shake her head, feeling faint again by the idea of little kicks and the beings who make them.

“Oh,” she declines with a flustered turn. It’s just too overwhelming. But Inkeri isn’t inundated with such doubts, on her pale face is the contentment only a mother will know in carrying her cubs.

“Ok,” Tauris calms with a breath. She lifts one paw to touch it to the mother’s belly. And she feels them- the gentle taps like a chain of heartbeats. She closes her eyes and imagines the little lives growing inside Inkeri; and in her.

Her mouth cracks into laughter, “I can feel them.”

When she opens her eyes again they’re glazed with tears.

“Have you always wanted this?”