Northstar Vale You've got the music in you.

Lately her hunger had grown, swelling as her belly swelled, and Ibis felt as if she were possessed by a vengeful spirit or something; she would be insatiable for hours upon hours, eating anything she could find and pestering @Akavir to bring her more, more, more. Sometimes she would take a long look at a fresh kill and lose herself to the hunger. Other times there was an opposite reaction: immediate revulsion, sometimes with the added benefit of vomit.

Her body had changed tremendously. For someone who had been born during a famine, then so recently survived a second famine, Ibis had gone from wiry, thin, and half-dead to so round she couldn't always find her feet. Her belly dragged against the grass. Her joints ached. Her back—upper in the morning, lower by the end of the day—was a constant irritant. It was easier to roll places than to walk, but that wasn't ideal for the unborn lives inside of her, and wasn't exactly a fitting behavior for a queen.

Today she was sunning herself in the heart of the territory. The rolling hills undulated around her, with a stand of giant trees granting a veil of shade across her. When she felt too warm she'd roll one way—too cold, the opposite. She fidgeted and bemoaned her current status as quietly as she could, until she'd rolled one too many times and got caught on her back. There Ibis sat, flailing her little limbs, trying to ease herself one way or another.. But she was stuck, like a tortoise flipped upon its shell.