Ankyra Sound [m] but i do it for the kids

barely registering the shadow belonged to that of her friend, sobeille’s eyes flit upward as a piercing scream — followed by a second — nearly rivaled the malcontent in her midsection. a bird? she didn’t have time to address this before a swarthy male burst on the scene, prompting an immediate and defensive recoil from the sapphiqian.

whether the lift of her lips was from another contraction or the disapproval of seeing treepie with a man (having no time whatsoever to introspectively examine that kneejerk emotion), sobeille  turned her yellow eyes back to treepie’s face.

between gritted teeth, sobeille endured the introduction and remembered her manners just long enough to mete out a strained it pleases me to see your face, aimed at treepie only — the man standing a respectful distance away was afforded the barest look before another contraction rocked sobeille’s small frame.

too preoccupied with her condition and the overwhelming distance from her goal, sobeille pushed aside the question of why treepie was here and waddled past them both. yes. i be in de family way. excuse me. she commented as nonchalantly as she could, spine stiffening as agonizing pain stabbed at her side. this wasn’t like the pain experienced in an exhilarating fight - this pain was deeply wrong, and made her want to run. she was too proud to ask for help or admit she was scared, and deliberately positioned her body so that the pair could not see her face as she continued to the grotto at a pace best described as lumpy and half doubled over.