She did not speak of the first changes, the tightening of muscles, the loosening of tendon. Her nails grow fast. There are deeper shades of onyx to her eye, and softness to her breast.
More strangeness happens. Dreams are vivid. Her heart beats slower; a new calmness palls her anxiety. She is no longer a crying wind daughter but a saatsine woman.
Her babies start to be, announcing their life in little flutterings. Iglux̂ is so connected with them. She feels the stir of the beast that rests within her, ready to protect. She feels the deep center of warmth that encloses her babies with love, and reaches often for access to Cen.
They cannot see their father in the dark. They stir inside, but sometimes remain so perfectly still, until she begins to grow concerned and they wriggle around just to placate the silver.
Cen's babies become her obsession. They have taken over her body, the driver of all movement. She can no longer hide a growing fullness in her belly.
The sun clan falls quiet. Meleys is distant. Ïkikta is self-sufficient. Nutuyikruk and Aivar are missing. There is a wish to confide in Isolde and Fa'liya, but worry hesitates. She thinks often of Euphemia, wishing she could see her friend again and wondering if such a time had also found her in dawnbreak.
Waxwings are in the evergreen canopies, trilling. Iglux̂ rests her back against the hull of a tree and repeats the song softly to her babies.
More strangeness happens. Dreams are vivid. Her heart beats slower; a new calmness palls her anxiety. She is no longer a crying wind daughter but a saatsine woman.
Her babies start to be, announcing their life in little flutterings. Iglux̂ is so connected with them. She feels the stir of the beast that rests within her, ready to protect. She feels the deep center of warmth that encloses her babies with love, and reaches often for access to Cen.
They cannot see their father in the dark. They stir inside, but sometimes remain so perfectly still, until she begins to grow concerned and they wriggle around just to placate the silver.
Cen's babies become her obsession. They have taken over her body, the driver of all movement. She can no longer hide a growing fullness in her belly.
The sun clan falls quiet. Meleys is distant. Ïkikta is self-sufficient. Nutuyikruk and Aivar are missing. There is a wish to confide in Isolde and Fa'liya, but worry hesitates. She thinks often of Euphemia, wishing she could see her friend again and wondering if such a time had also found her in dawnbreak.
Waxwings are in the evergreen canopies, trilling. Iglux̂ rests her back against the hull of a tree and repeats the song softly to her babies.
