Swiftcurrent Creek Generation I

Her cry rang out in the mist filled air, lit only by the moon which hung high, wreathed in an halo of silver light above the little circle of tamarack trees. Their roots twined together, like gnarled fingers woven together over a sizeable stone. With the help of her brother, the stone was removed- leaving behind a pocket in the earth, protected by roots, beneath boughs covered in soft, mint green nettles.

The birthplace for her children. For @Swordfish’s children.

She paced around the ring of trees, breathing as she was instructed, and having been close at hand for a birth before, she recognized no frightening signs in her own labour. 

The moon had fallen to the horizon, still wreathed in a halo of light, by the time Suzu’s labour finished; and with @Etienne’s guidance, she brought four living, squirming children into the world: two females and two males. 

It be as it was wid us, She whispered softly to her brother, as the babes nursed at her side. Four, in one litter. The smile faded softly; Theo and Requiem had not been seen in ages. She looked to her brother, and the warmth returned to her eyes. I could not ‘ave made it t’rough dis widdout you, Eti. Dese babes will know dat.