Ocean's Breath Plateau avinnak ╟

Tullik grew ill, and Marina was worried. She had not sickened in the same way; her own pregnancy was a much quieter ordeal, a whispering of nausea and fatigue that often faded by midday. The scent of fish drove her mad, and that was unfortunate, but it was the worst of what she dealt with.

All of her energy was devoted to fussing over Tullik now. She spared no thought for her own pregnancy, her own children. They would come all the same, but this distraction was welcome. It was easier, somehow, to anticipate the mountain woman's children over her own.

Maybe you should take a break. Rest for a bit, then continue, She was suggesting gently from Tullik's side when a pale woman approached them. Marina glanced up with gentle surprise. Oh, hello.