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This year, she had the pleasure of seeing her sister through her pregnancy without the distraction of her own children interrupting the journey. She sang songs to her sister’s belly so they might come to know not only her voice, but the voice of their people and the songs of their family. These songs would be lullabies for them when they arrived, to settle them and soothe them.

When the day came for the children to arrive she prayed to their mothers for a safe birth. Chacal did not often address the Loa, knowing that not all of them would be benevolent. But she knew that Rosalyn and Erzulie would look kindly upon their daughters and all future children from the afterworld- so it was to them that she sent her whispers.

She watched the blossoming understanding and fascination in Sobeille’s features. She whispered reassurances to Maleah, who she thought might yet conceive later on in the summer- she hoped that she would revel in the birth of the children, and not fear the pain of their coming.

What surprised her lightly was that she recognized the anxious pacing of a father when she saw him move. She wondered for a moment- rifling through her memories for anything that might have been considered a look that might have passed between Mireille and Val- and she found herself brimming with hope.

If Valravn was indeed the father…He would be the first in Sapphique who had remained true to the pack, and to its mothers and children. All the more reason for her to cherish him, and be grateful for his presence and contributions.

She would keep her musings to herself, and they were soon forgotten when she looked in to the tangle where Mirelle had given birth, to see her sister tired but glowing- and with four healthy children at her side. She gave Val a gentle nudge, smiling as if with a newfound wisdom. She pressed a gentle kiss to her sister’s brow as she dozed, and then left, in search of a treat for her sister so that she might have something to eat when she awoke.