Broken Antler Fen Thistle of Lorraine

Ibis? Wraen called through the trees. From the sounds of it she had been seeking the Auspex and that hastened the woman in to the open.

Ar first she was postured lowly the way a thief might slink when caught red-handed; she had not done anything to warrant it, she thought, except give in to distraction in lieu of grief.

Still, it would be impossible to ignore the swell of Ibis' sides or the shift in her scent. Chief reasons for her social avoidance. Crossing in to the light now, Ibis settled against the yellowed grass to rest her swollen feet.

Wraen, Ibis murmured as a means of greeting, and smiled shyly. I am... good, hungry, sore, fat, ...I think I'm pregnant.