Sawtooth Spire [ birth thread :: Starborn

agana's shrieking was a great anxiety for the midwife. he had come down to discover her den, and crouched outside with wind playing across his shoulders, traveling pouch of herbs at his feet. as he did not truly know agana, and as his face was still healing from wylla's teeth, mahler did not enter.
but there he remained for the time it took agana to toil, ears lifting as her anguished cries subsided and the squall of a single newborn filled the birth-scented den.
only then did the eisen come to the shelter's mouth. "agana? it is mahler. may i come in?" the delivery seemed to have been terrible for the woman; he wished to see if she bled great amounts and that her child had made their entry without bruising.