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06.Jun.13, 02:19 AM
Ameris started sharply at the whine that came from Indivara. Indivara whining? Now she'd seen everything. The plaintiveness of the sound tugged at her, her blasted maternal (these were new) instincts demanding she make the girl in front of her feel better about the situation. Ameris frowned. "You can't make it stop, Indivara. It just happens," she said gruffly. She could remember her own pregnancy and how much she had hated every minute of it. At the first flutter of movement she had felt, she'd thought something was going to burst from her with a ferocity that made a wher look timid. It didn't and she'd survived, though she complained and whined - much like Indivara - until the birth of Rislan. How she didn't miss it.
All thoughts of maternal flew out the window when Indivara insisted she couldn't do it. With a snort she responded with a, "Of course you can't." Indivara was much to full of herself from what Ameris had gleaned about her. Much to involved and probably the least loving woman she'd every met. Just as well the girl left her child in the creche and forgot about it.
Looking at her again, her previous pity came back full swing. The girls eyes were wide, whether with utter terror or wonder who could really guess. "It'll happen again. You get used to it," she started before shrugging, "Usually when they start moving the sickness goes away, so I suppose something could be said for it." She tried to be reassuring, tried to make it sound not so bad, and tried to make the movements something to look forward to but she failed miserably. She just couldn't do it. Aside from the delightful little being that came from it, Ameris wouldn't wish pregnancy on her worst enemy. And a girl barely out of childhood? Definitely not the best of mother materials. Sometimes she curse D'ren's decree that all woman would birth a child before standing. It had been a ridiculous demand and had thrust to many young girls into the motherhood role. She shook her head at the thought as she stroke the little brown body under her hand.
All thoughts of maternal flew out the window when Indivara insisted she couldn't do it. With a snort she responded with a, "Of course you can't." Indivara was much to full of herself from what Ameris had gleaned about her. Much to involved and probably the least loving woman she'd every met. Just as well the girl left her child in the creche and forgot about it.
Looking at her again, her previous pity came back full swing. The girls eyes were wide, whether with utter terror or wonder who could really guess. "It'll happen again. You get used to it," she started before shrugging, "Usually when they start moving the sickness goes away, so I suppose something could be said for it." She tried to be reassuring, tried to make it sound not so bad, and tried to make the movements something to look forward to but she failed miserably. She just couldn't do it. Aside from the delightful little being that came from it, Ameris wouldn't wish pregnancy on her worst enemy. And a girl barely out of childhood? Definitely not the best of mother materials. Sometimes she curse D'ren's decree that all woman would birth a child before standing. It had been a ridiculous demand and had thrust to many young girls into the motherhood role. She shook her head at the thought as she stroke the little brown body under her hand.
