Redtail Rise bon-bon

there's a near constant rumble in her throat as they suckle, an irritated growl at the feel of them. at least they are being nourished, and will one day grow into something useful, but they feel nothing less than blind-deaf parasites now.

her eyes move to Ashlar, landing briefly on his gentle face. 'hhank you, Avicus says, tired but sincere. truly, the scene might look very different without his assistance, and she is more grateful to the healer than she could ever express in words.

then, the twin indigo orbs narrow to slits, and close entirely as she begins to drift off into sleep, her strength sapped. twinges at one nipple or another rouse her slightly from time to time, as the pups drink hungrily, but she's soon barely conscious, dozing dreamily.

it's an idyllic scene, madonna and children, if one isn't privy to her inner misgivings and disappointment.