Herbalists' Cache sleeping mist

the call beckons, and star eater comes.
her gait is slow, trembling, heavy with the swell of children, with the weight of something unsettled that prickles her spine long before the words reach her ears. her gaze dances across the gathering—black hawk, blackfell, gjalla, sun eater, a storm held barely at bay.
she has barely opened her mouth before the current catches her.
what is the meaning— her voice begins, firm but uncertain, ears pinning as the air crackles.
and then black hawk speaks.
and morwenna hears.
the words fall like stones into her chest, sharp and cruel and unforgiving. how she has not run into the arms of another... star eater’s breath becomes shallow, tight, a frost that slips between her ribs. they do not know the ache their barbs stir. or perhaps they do.
her eyes, pale and unreadable, sweep over the scene as if to measure its pieces. black hawk bristling. gjalla resolute. blackfell alight with fury. and her husband—her husband, held together by threads she once wove herself. now fraying.
her tongue presses to the roof of her mouth. words line up, but she does not loose them easily. not here. not yet. not where the whole of saatsine could taste the rot spilling from the heart of their leaders.
she exhales slowly, as if to gather them all beneath a thin veil of calm.
this is lanzadoii? she murmurs at last, voice gentle as snowfall, but every word carries the bite of ice. this. here. now. men barking. women biting. her gaze sharpens, flicking between them as she takes a single step forward, her head lifting high despite the burden of her body. who are we without one another? do you seek to tear this into blood and ruin before my children ever see the sky?
and then, quieter, to black hawk, the one whose words had sunk deepest. what is it you are saying of me? not angry. not accusing. but steady, wanting the truth laid bare.
her ears sweep back. her breath is heavy.
if you are determined to divide the sun clan, she says to all of them now, voice rising just enough to be heard over the growing tension, then do so where the babes cannot hear. please!

2 sec from rolling the dice for an early stress induced birth