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Tiberii · 3 years (7/22/22)

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"Eldrtarfr." The familiar greeting warmed the bull, the edges of her smile pulling upward. But she could not ignore the way his eyes lingered on her, and she knew for certain what it was he was so quietly observing. A soft sigh pressed past her lips as she tried to fight her exhaustion with self-deprication humor. Round, 'eh? She'd puff out a laugh, flicking her ears forward as she kept his gaze.

Vidarr would go on to explain what he was doing — bringing offerings? Herbs and antlers and all sorts of other goodies. Tiberii had received far more compliments, gifts, and tidings during this past month than she was comfortable admitting. It would seem that when all she wanted was the quietness of her own den (and the company of Shiloh), she was given the gift of many curious eyes and many more doting mothers. Between Epona and Brynhild, she was being far mothered more in these past 30 days than she had in her entire life.

And now Vidarr, too?

She should be grateful.

Instead, her teeth grit and her smile grew more awkward.

Ya don't gotta do all that, Vidarr, she'd start, but would pause ... softening. But thank ya. She'd allow herself to accept that this wasn't about her entirely, anymore. It was about the however many tiny lives that grew within her. It was a wild concept. Her. Housing life. Inside her own self. A self she barely took care of. A body she pushed to the ends of exhaustion to protect those she loved.

And now she was forced to allow others to protect her body.
Protect her.
Protect them.

"How are you?" His eyes peered, probing deeper than the innocent nature of the question. It was the same sort of prying he'd done after she'd shredded the wolverine. Those knowing eyes of his were experienced, seeing beyond the superficial shell that Tiberii was so good at placing over her cracked visage. Nothin' I can't handle, she'd start bravely, her echoing voice dancing between bravery and truth.

Her eyes would deviate toward the ground.

Physically, at least, she'd add, running her tongue over her teeth. Feelin' sorta like a crazy person otherwise, ya know? The mood swings were causing a state of volatility that she barely had any control over. Angry one moment, crying the next. Hysterically laughing.

At least when Shiloh was gone, anger was easy.

The expectant bull softened. Vidarr, I never asked ya ... if ya had any kids of yer own ... barring the semi-adoption of the Shakti-Vaès girls, of course.

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