Northstar Vale mi ritrovai

lucifer’s steps were measured as he approached, his gaze drifting over the snow-laden ground before settling on viskani. even in the throes of pregnancy, burdened by the weight of life within her, she carried herself with undeniable presence. the matriarche of montagne de cigue—unyielding even when nature itself sought to slow her down.  

buongiorno, he returned smoothly, his voice like warm embers against the winter chill. his eyes flickered to the way she rested, cautious yet deliberate, as if warring between relief and discomfort. i see even the cold cannot keep you still. a ghost of amusement curled at the edge of his words.  

his gaze, ever sharp, traced the subtle tension in her limbs, the telltale signs of exhaustion woven into her posture. he did not offer sympathy—he doubted she would welcome it—but there was a quiet understanding in his tone as he stepped closer, the mist of his breath curling in the crisp air.  

is there anything i may assist with? i have never sired children that i am aware of but i can recall the struggles my dear sister had during her pregnancy.