Sequoia Coast currant

She had to sit there while he tended to the children, positioning them, having them latch. She felt slow, and so heavy, and wondered if this was how her body would be like from now on. The thought of never dancing in the grass again made her eyes shine with emotion; her lips pressed in to a frown as she looked at the two large children, who seemed to only grow.

When she glanced back to the Dreamer, it took another moment to compose herself and she breathed deeply, tasting the milky musk of her sons in the air and not much else.

I had a dream. Wilwarin mouthed.

I saw—I saw stars. I was. . . stars. My girls... spoke to me, sang—I, don't know. . . It didn't make any sense! She would go on to lean away from her babies and towards the man, for the comfort of his shoulder.