DISCLAIMERIf you don't like childbirth you don't want to read this. Graphic childbirth description forth coming, if not accurate since ..yeah it is a nightmare. I won't be submitting this for a grade obviously since no skills or lores can generally be gotten from a dream so no worries Graders
Time Stamp 89 Fall 513 -Dream-
The evening wore on into the wee bells of the morning, all is quiet and sleeping save the nocturnal animals that roamed the night. Tucked safely against Fallan's side huddled against his warmth Taylani sleeps the restless sleep of a dreamer. A soft moan of pained torment leaves her lips but she doesn't wake. Dreaming can live out the dreamers greatest hopes...or their worst fears.
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The dream starts out innocently enough, Taylani is in Fallan's pavilion heavy with child. That was the first thing that got her attention, she was not this far along pregnant, she wasn't! Her belly was grotesquely distended though, and she was without clothing other then the blanket that lay across her. A spasm clenches her stomach, and it felt as if someone was gripping her womb and twisting. She cries out in pain, her body raising from the bedroll and the blanket slipping down to reveal a sodden mess of blood and fluid between her legs. Her face contorts in terror as she looks at how her body had changed, red lines scarred her belly, thighs and breasts -stretch marks- and some looked old and others looked angrily new. Holding her breath, gritting her teeth against the pain, it was a long moment before it suddenly wasn't there any longer though some how she knew it would be back. "Fallan!!" She calls out,
"Fallan! Please help me!"
She throws back the blanket, and tries to move, only then noticing the metal shackle encircling her ankle. Moving her leg the clink of the chain that ran from the shackle to the peg buried deep in the ground trapping her within the sleeping quarters. Taylani looks around the room, and notices there was nothing around except the bedroll. Everything else was stark blank walls of the tent. Her hair was braided some how, with so many beads that her neck ached from holding it up, a ridiculous amount of beads, and her hands went to the peg keeping here here. However try as she might she was too weak, she couldn't pull it from the stony ground, and tears were already streaming down her cheeks when another spasm of intense pain enveloped her and she fell to her side waiting for the wave to subside, not even realizing she was crying out loud.
A girl enters the room, a child of about eight years old with her hair braided as well but no beads to hurt her tiny neck. Her eyes were blue, wide eyed and her limbs were familiarly lanky. Her hair was so dark it might have been black and instantly as soon as Taylani could see past the pain again she recognized Fallan in those features. The child's eyes were curious as she observed Taylani, and Taylani weakly reached for the blanket to cover her naked form but the child was quicker and yanked the blanket and bedroll back.
"You have made a mess Mother. Father says we are to tend to you. Perhaps this one will be a son and your labors will be over." her words are soft, but holding no sympathy for the woman laboring and dying of shame at her words. Behind came three more girl children, all but the last looking so much like the first one that if it weren't for their size difference Taylani might have assumed that the oldest three were triplets. The last one to enter though was a child of about four, and Taylani sobbed a little as she looked into her own tiny face. Red hair flowing and unbraided, her face saddened and her arms cuddling a tiny faceless doll made of cloth.
One of the older carried a new bedroll and spread it out, and the oldest -the eight year old- ordered her to lay back on it. The eight year old, someone who should be skipping rope learning lessons, playing with her friends seemed to know more about what to do then Taylani herself. "Why? Where's Fallan? Why?" She asked but none of the children answered her.
The oldest put her hands on Taylani's knees and knelt between her legs, suddenly a pair of shears in her hand, "We must remember to cut the cord soon..poor Adetsia there, lost too much oxygen. If this one is the son that Father wants then he won't want him to end up stupid like Adetsia." All three of the older ones looked toward the sad looking red headed child in pity. The two remaining older ones flanked Taylani, who was so confused and hurt, but unable to really concentrate on what was happening due to the increasing waves of pain.
"Mother you must hurry. If this is the son, then Father will have no more use for you and you may go meet Dira. But you must hurry."
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Taylani woke with a small scream caught in her throat, her body wet with sweat and her stomach still flat, no physical chains encircling her ankle.
The evening wore on into the wee bells of the morning, all is quiet and sleeping save the nocturnal animals that roamed the night. Tucked safely against Fallan's side huddled against his warmth Taylani sleeps the restless sleep of a dreamer. A soft moan of pained torment leaves her lips but she doesn't wake. Dreaming can live out the dreamers greatest hopes...or their worst fears.
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The dream starts out innocently enough, Taylani is in Fallan's pavilion heavy with child. That was the first thing that got her attention, she was not this far along pregnant, she wasn't! Her belly was grotesquely distended though, and she was without clothing other then the blanket that lay across her. A spasm clenches her stomach, and it felt as if someone was gripping her womb and twisting. She cries out in pain, her body raising from the bedroll and the blanket slipping down to reveal a sodden mess of blood and fluid between her legs. Her face contorts in terror as she looks at how her body had changed, red lines scarred her belly, thighs and breasts -stretch marks- and some looked old and others looked angrily new. Holding her breath, gritting her teeth against the pain, it was a long moment before it suddenly wasn't there any longer though some how she knew it would be back. "Fallan!!" She calls out,
"Fallan! Please help me!"
She throws back the blanket, and tries to move, only then noticing the metal shackle encircling her ankle. Moving her leg the clink of the chain that ran from the shackle to the peg buried deep in the ground trapping her within the sleeping quarters. Taylani looks around the room, and notices there was nothing around except the bedroll. Everything else was stark blank walls of the tent. Her hair was braided some how, with so many beads that her neck ached from holding it up, a ridiculous amount of beads, and her hands went to the peg keeping here here. However try as she might she was too weak, she couldn't pull it from the stony ground, and tears were already streaming down her cheeks when another spasm of intense pain enveloped her and she fell to her side waiting for the wave to subside, not even realizing she was crying out loud.
A girl enters the room, a child of about eight years old with her hair braided as well but no beads to hurt her tiny neck. Her eyes were blue, wide eyed and her limbs were familiarly lanky. Her hair was so dark it might have been black and instantly as soon as Taylani could see past the pain again she recognized Fallan in those features. The child's eyes were curious as she observed Taylani, and Taylani weakly reached for the blanket to cover her naked form but the child was quicker and yanked the blanket and bedroll back.
"You have made a mess Mother. Father says we are to tend to you. Perhaps this one will be a son and your labors will be over." her words are soft, but holding no sympathy for the woman laboring and dying of shame at her words. Behind came three more girl children, all but the last looking so much like the first one that if it weren't for their size difference Taylani might have assumed that the oldest three were triplets. The last one to enter though was a child of about four, and Taylani sobbed a little as she looked into her own tiny face. Red hair flowing and unbraided, her face saddened and her arms cuddling a tiny faceless doll made of cloth.
One of the older carried a new bedroll and spread it out, and the oldest -the eight year old- ordered her to lay back on it. The eight year old, someone who should be skipping rope learning lessons, playing with her friends seemed to know more about what to do then Taylani herself. "Why? Where's Fallan? Why?" She asked but none of the children answered her.
The oldest put her hands on Taylani's knees and knelt between her legs, suddenly a pair of shears in her hand, "We must remember to cut the cord soon..poor Adetsia there, lost too much oxygen. If this one is the son that Father wants then he won't want him to end up stupid like Adetsia." All three of the older ones looked toward the sad looking red headed child in pity. The two remaining older ones flanked Taylani, who was so confused and hurt, but unable to really concentrate on what was happening due to the increasing waves of pain.
"Mother you must hurry. If this is the son, then Father will have no more use for you and you may go meet Dira. But you must hurry."
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Taylani woke with a small scream caught in her throat, her body wet with sweat and her stomach still flat, no physical chains encircling her ankle.
