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blodreina was a conglomeration of emotions. heda's death has dredged with it unrest that, honestly, the gona's been feeling some time as she nears her first cycle having blissfully skipped it the previous year. if she'd had hopes that she was defective and might never suffer through it ...well, she regards it's reckoning now with disappointment and resentment. yet despite the fact that she doesn't want it to befall her this year she can't help that she suspects that it will nevertheless; no more than she can help the ugly jealousy that someone else's had it before her and bears the fruit of it.

an outsider, no less.

that wasn't expressly true or fair. aure has earned her title and she is kru but she is still a newcomer to their culture and the fact that she carries the next generation of drakru in her womb rears an ugly amount of jealousy within blodreina. jealousy over being knocked up? blodreina wants to gag on it. wants to will it away. it wasn't like blodreina has a maternal bone in her body. she doesn't. she doesn't want kids. they're gross and needy. parasites, if you will. she wasn't gyda who was content to give up her status of shieldmaiden and queen for mother.

blodreina's black, leathery nostrils flared with the nearing scent of aure. she has isolated herself from the others as much as she could to weather the dip in temperatures. she hates caves and having to sleep in hougeda isn't her favorite thing. the first second the temperatures warm and she is confident she can sleep through the night without the risk of freezing to death she will return to her normal sleeping places — though they rotate frequently. any place far away from the closing walls and ceiling that threaten to suffocate her every night made worse by her insatiable jealousy. irrational as it was.

and it seemed that the catalyst of her envy seems very determined to find her because she does and blodreina is greeted by a soft huff of a word she doesn't understand by the lovely woman who smells like blossoming motherhood. it isn't aure's fault but that doesn't mean blodreina can just stop feeling it. there is a strong part of the gona that wants to act like she didn't hear her. to keep on walking. a cold shoulder was better than losing control of her quick fused temper ...wasn't it?

i don't know what that means, you know. blodreina snaps, irritable and huffy.