Noctisardor Bypass noseim

it was different.
it was good.
her nausea had begun to strengthen; heda couldn't think if she was late or adjacent to druid, and panicked every time she wasn't sure how their due dates might align. this had the effect of making her far more ill.
having thrown up breakfast down her own front, heda was hunched at the edge of brookblind, scrubbing slime from her chest even as she reeled again and threw up a second time into the water.
fantastic, she sighed sarcastically inside her own head, a paw hovering protectively over the belly not yet beginning to thicken.