The choice
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 11:00 am"Kill it, before it gets a chance. Kill it" She couldnt say the thought hadn't crossed her mind. God, she even had the dagger at her stomach, but couldnt follow through. A deep breath escaped her lips as she ran hands lightly over her enlarged stomach. "3 more weeks..."
A week ago..nearly to the hour she had been only about a month in a half pregnant, and to say the least a little beaten and bruised after following her employer and getting a little 'stuck in the middle'. She had not dared to use her magic for fear of harming the child, but now the risk may have been worth it. Rahlaer, dressed in his black garb graced the child within her so he said. "A few enhancements" A curse, it was her conclusion.
The pain had been unbarable as her stomach ballooned, the childs screams, or perhaps her own ringing within her mind. She felt the movement then, and even now as the life inside her stirred. Rahlaer had stood over her, tried to comfort her after he was done, out of everything, that was what had scared her the most. What had once been her and Maelstroms child seemed a part him now as well.
Treadwell in the meantime had been there to help, both him as well as Quincy giving her some hope, as well as helping her make the decision not to kill it, her little girl. She smiled, even though the voice from the rafters still rang in her ears. Perhaps she should have killed the child, before she had a chance to second guess herself, but what was done was done, and she had 3 more weeks till these 'enhancements' would be know.
She readied the clothing, making most by hand to keep herself busy. 3 daggers had also been bought, both sides sharpened. She had made a promise not to do a thing untill after the child was born, that she would keep. Revenge however, as soon as the child was born, the mage was fair game. She would be ready and she would find out the answers she seeked one way or another. "Your times comming" She growled lightly beneath her breath as she glanced to the daggers on her end table. "3 weeks...if not sooner"
A week ago..nearly to the hour she had been only about a month in a half pregnant, and to say the least a little beaten and bruised after following her employer and getting a little 'stuck in the middle'. She had not dared to use her magic for fear of harming the child, but now the risk may have been worth it. Rahlaer, dressed in his black garb graced the child within her so he said. "A few enhancements" A curse, it was her conclusion.
The pain had been unbarable as her stomach ballooned, the childs screams, or perhaps her own ringing within her mind. She felt the movement then, and even now as the life inside her stirred. Rahlaer had stood over her, tried to comfort her after he was done, out of everything, that was what had scared her the most. What had once been her and Maelstroms child seemed a part him now as well.
Treadwell in the meantime had been there to help, both him as well as Quincy giving her some hope, as well as helping her make the decision not to kill it, her little girl. She smiled, even though the voice from the rafters still rang in her ears. Perhaps she should have killed the child, before she had a chance to second guess herself, but what was done was done, and she had 3 more weeks till these 'enhancements' would be know.
She readied the clothing, making most by hand to keep herself busy. 3 daggers had also been bought, both sides sharpened. She had made a promise not to do a thing untill after the child was born, that she would keep. Revenge however, as soon as the child was born, the mage was fair game. She would be ready and she would find out the answers she seeked one way or another. "Your times comming" She growled lightly beneath her breath as she glanced to the daggers on her end table. "3 weeks...if not sooner"