Ocean's Breath Plateau in between spaces

@Marina @Chakliux first please!! Puppy time!

Dawn was upon them when she finally lay in silence. Her breath was quick, her eyes closed. She swallowed around what felt like a tongue larger than her mouth.

But she had done it.

Tullik rolled her head, fortifying herself for a moment before she would manage to raise it. It had been hard, every moment a ripple of agony she would never forget. With every inhale, she had felt more of herself splinter, felt more of herself shred, felt blood and fluid mat to her thighs. And then, it was done. It felt like a thousand years, or simply a thousand moments. Somewhere in between those moments, the place she had slipped to that was pain and determination, somewhere in there she had born three. She remembered that at least, every rallying shout she had yelled to Chakliux of what had occurred, every scream a new number.

Tullik moved, achingly slow, to rest her head on her shoulder. Three, nestled against the newly deflated curve of her belly. One wearing her colors, split with Chakliux’s whites (@Sea Hunter). She near wept at the sight, even moreso when she finally got the energy to reach out. A son, like the brothers she had never gotten to have.

Their legacy lives with you, loud, quick boy. You will scream with Kinnualâk‘s voice, you will run with Tuavi’s quickness. She whispered for the boy to hear, though he could not. Her nose moved from him to the white child next to him, rearing her head back when the babe squalled at her. Laughing, she reached down to touch the girl child (@Kilalurak) again.

Feisty creature! Like a little cougar! You are Chakliux made again, small cub. You will be just as ferocious. Leaving the Girl to angrily suckle now that she was awoken, her nose made it to the final child. Wrapped in foreign golds, but she knew them well. Her response was a belly laugh, from deep within her, before she made her way back to the child (@Sirmiq).

You, who look like Dutch, you will be just as special as your siblings. You will hold the attention of thousands, with stories and song. You are magnetic, little one, and I cannot wait for you to show them all. Tullik let her head slither back to the pelt beneath her. Quiet reigned, but that may have been the blood in her ears.

Marina? Was her fellow wife alright?