Fuzzy: Down Time. Yr 4715
Walking from the villa proper into the adjacent shrine, Alisa Medvyed-Solanus was clad in a shawl over top a lilac colored gown, suitably cut and fitted for this second trimester of her pregnancy. She was no longer bothering with any formal priestess braid, but rather doing her hair in a simple, wraparound pony tail. The hormonal changes led it to both grow faster and shed less, and she now had more than she knew what do with.
The first trimester had gone smoothly enough. Fairly typical of a first-time pregnancy, she had not really started to show till she was past those initial months. The morning sickness had been on occasion rough, but manageable; until it began to worsen. As she moved into her fourteenth week, by which time it should be over, she was also experiencing a heightening of fatigue and other symptoms as well. By that point worried, a little scared, she consulted both midwives she was working with and was informed:
"This could mean you are carrying twins."
She hadn't as yet said anything to Domitius. Still mulling over how best to broach this possibility: 'Hey, Dom, two is always better than one, don't you think-?' Or 'Ah, I've been thinking...why don't we get twice the baby furniture, and playthings? Just in case we need spares...or something?'
Planning and preparing for a single newborn was daunting enough. To have to double all the concerns, the uncertainty.. ? She sighed, shook her head. There was some limit to how ready she could be. She would simply have to lean on the pillars of love and faith, and double her commitment to being the very best mother she could; both pre- and post birth.
In any event, it was amazing to experience the new life growing inside her. Her aunt had been so right in all that she had said about it. And she was proud to be the one to bring the heirs of Domitius Aldori-Solanus into the world; even if getting two at once might be a bit more than he was bargaining for...
Alisa stepped into the shrine. She was so, so pleased with the way it had come out. In describing and relating what she had beheld in her dreams, she had managed to get the builders and craftsman to instill enough of the Azlant temple aesthetic. The design was clean lined, harmonious, balanced. There was a skylight to let in the moon's beneficence during prayer or meditation. And, the carved altar and statue of the goddess...it was the masterful work of Hargrym Silverhammer and his assistants. Alisa had leaned over and kissed the dwarf on top of his head upon seeing it completed.
She had been tracking the rising and setting of the moon, as she not infrequently did. And chosen to come in here this night, at this time, because she knew the moon would be almost directly over the skylight. She gazed up at Acavna's serene, solemn visage; bathed in soft, ethereal, silver-white. And drew a deep breath. Followed by another. Her heart began to fill with reverence, with devotion. She shut her eyes. After a time, a particular prayer came to mind.
As the others, she had first heard it spoken in dream. And as the others, it was in the Azlanti tongue:
"Arrleis nel autre; kooramyr eth saria verault; parneis nel autre sen avish lytriell."
She bowed her head, brought her hands together before her bosom, lacing her fingers in a gesture of supplication. Which dream had she heard it in? She could not remember -- but it was the Defender's Pledge, Acavna's thirteenth high-prayer...
"Arrleis nel autre; kooramyr eth saria verault; parneis nel autre sen avish lytriell."
"Mor avaniss kevetra eth saria wellaun belessos; korel, korel, korel..."
Over and over she recited it, with increasing passion. And then...as happened on occasion...she began to lucid-dream:
The high-priestess, her clergy, and the faithful were amassed out in the grand-temple courtyard. The atmosphere one of intense, almost heart crushing hope... they all intoned the Defender's Pledge together; their voices almost as one...
And overhead...the moon, stately and full, like a celestial aegis...the moon, it moved faster than it should be able to. As if...as if reaching, racing to --
There was a flare from beyond and behind the moon. A baleful glimmering...flaring brighter and brighter...
Oh no - oh no! She knew what this was, what was coming -- as did the high-priestess and the more sensitive among the assemblage -- No, no, no, no, NO ---
Alisa's eyes flew open. And there was only Acavna's serene, stone features; the moon above the skylight was utterly steady, its light soothing and unwavering. But her heart beat rapidly. She felt a cold bead of perspiration wend its way down one side.
It was the past. THE PAST. Over and done a millenia ago. Why did it need to invade her present? And why now-? Reflexively, protectively, her hands went over her stomach, and the life that gestated there. Tears brimmed in her eyes.
"Great goddess, You wouldn't -- you wouldn't make me choose -- would you? Between duty, and -- "
No. No -- it was crazy. This wasn't the goddess! It was her own fallible, mortal self! She was responsible for not mastering herself, and learning more properly how to receive and interpret the dreams.
Fool, she chided, You dwell in a land with no lack of properly trained clerics, mystics, and libraries! Impending motherhood or no, it's past time you began to take studying *much* more seriously!
She took a moment to steady herself, exhaled a breath; I'm sorry she said silently and earnestly to her unborn child...or children. Mother will learn greater control, and *never* expose you to anything like that again. I swear it to you!
So resolved, Alisa made the goddess' sigil in respect, then turned and went back inside the villa. Back to warmth, and light, and love.
Just a trick of the moonlight, surely, surely...that made it appear a faint tear shone upon the right cheek of Acavna.
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