takes place the same day that the rest of DB leaves for the wedding

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It was just her luck, wasn’t it? Euphemia never got to go to parties. Before, when they had all gone so far north, she had been too… fresh in her transition to Mythris to travel with her sisters (all of whom had all bound together and held Dawnbreak aloft in her absence).

Euphemia had since felt the sisterhood she once had was restored – but this time around, she was far too pregnant to even move, let alone travel. So she sat in the new housing structure she had oh-so-studiously selected with the help of Adonis, and sat in its emptiness sourly.

The Vale itself was empty around, and Euphemia was feeling restless. She was also somewhat irked that all her family had left her to go to a big beautiful wedding, when Euphemina had so wished to be married before her children came! It felt unfair that not only had her own nuptials been suspended, but they so gleefully went to celebrate another's.

That’s how life was, though, wasn’t it? It wasn’t always fair, and her family didn’t always conform to her deepest, innermost desires. At this point, she had been alive long enough and had enough life experience to know not to take it soooooo personally anymore – Euphemia too, in truth, would have chosen to go to a party instead of staying home.

In fact –

Euphemia had been pondering her agency in her life, and how that might change once she became a mother, for several weeks now. She didn’t wish to give up her herbal studies, even though she had been doing a dreadful job in her preparations for the oncoming harvest season. She wished to continue to assist others as the Pillar of Wisdom, the job she had been elected to do even though some might say she was none too good at it…

and Euphemia, god damn it, she wished to make wonderful memories with her sisters and their new children! This could be the last time before her entire identity shifted! The maiden wished to experience one last gathering as Euphemia, and not mama.

It’s really quiet around here, isn’t it? the woman commented to her beloved Adonis, her voice full of poignancy though her words were unassuming.

It’s almost… too quiet…

The rest of Dawnbreak had departed not half a day before this, which was enough time for the silver woman to be chomping at the bit. Sides round and swaying, she clamored to her feet and swished her tail – knowing how easy it would be to excite Adonis about a potential adventure.

C’mon, we’re going! and Euphemia laughed as much as her lungs allowed, leaving no space for him to object! A wedding was a quick affair; they would enjoy one last moment together, before their world expanded exponentially, eternally and forevermore.

It would be simple, and then Adonis's wanderlust would be sated, and she would feel more certain that he actually is fine with suspending his life's calling to live amongst her, her sisters, and the squalling nursery that the Vale had become.

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