Two Eyes Cenote waiting on some holy favour

I have to work tomorrow so I won't have time to post this. Dated for the 20th! Welcome to the world @Aiesha! Open to @Tavina and @Eset and anyone else in Muat-Riya / Akashingo.

The room was spacious and the bed lined with fine furs, with an array of gifts along the nearby wall's ledge. There were herbs for treatment, morsels of easy to manage foods, and a deep shell filled with water. There were reeds soaked in oils, positioned by the crack in the wall that served as a window; this was done on Nazli's insistence, perfuming the space with an incense-like spice and bringing some calm to the priestess.

The pains had started the day before. They came and went at such irregular intervals; sweeping in like a tide, lingering long enough for Nazli's lilac figure to hunch as if she had swallowed a storm that wanted only to be free; and then out again, for a few hours of reprieve. Through the evening of the 18th in to the 19th the frequency of these pains increased.

Tavina was there to watch over her. To administer relief in whatever form she could. Sometimes Eset would drift by, or visit long enough to do the same — but always, always that storm grew inside of Nazli. It wasn't until the morning of the 20th that she felt a sense of release as a flood of warmth spoiled the bedclothes. It wasn't until this moment that she felt the real pain begin.

It was hard to ignore the sounds of struggle from within the birthing chamber. The hushed tones of the sesh with fellahin, or of the hebsut as they rushed to aid the young woman, drowned out by gasps and groans. To Nazli it felt like a lifetime; she grew accustomed to some of the pain, only for it to grow stronger with the next wave.

Try as it might, her body was too small to handle the work. The child was due; yet it was trapped inside of her, and no amount of pushing, or standing, or walking with her strained waddle along the wall, appeared to help in any way. Finally the afternoon tipped towards the evening and as the sun crossed the horizon line, and the sky ignited with the cool twilight purples, something slid from Nazli and touched wetly upon the floor.

Nazli was too dizzy to even look to the bundle, all tucked up as it was, and as she stood there swaying with Tavina at her side, she seemed to fall asleep where the stood. Her legs no longer needed to support her and gave out — and with some guidance from the sesh, she was lain upon the bed to rest.