Deepwood Weald Ahead by a Century

Raindrop’s maternal instincts kicked in, and she tried her best to coax Simbelmyne. 

She stuck close to the wife of Dutch, whispering words of encouragement. “Simbelmyne, you must soon lie down. The labor will take as long as it seems necessary, but the rewards are much greater.” She paced with the woman, as close as Simbelmyne would let her. “Breathe.”

Raindrop was no midwife, but she would do her best. To comfort Simbelmyne was top priority.