Moonspear I can laugh at your jokes, convince you to take me home

a more seasoned father would have already called for the raindrop woman. but chakliux was only able to watch in growing horror as nasamik was consumed by the agony of her travails.
more blood.
and then a child. silent. tiny.
chakliux looked at nasamik, then forced himself to turn the small form toward himself. 
but there was no breath in the child.
anger became rage became blinding pain. he shook his head.