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Post by Ninmast on Nov 4, 2013 16:25:00 GMT -5
Mairsile had been stunned by the sight of the giantess that cradled Oylandra like a child, like her own mother had been holding her only that morning, but when the strange woman introduced herself, she was stunned over again. She twitched at the waist, stunned into frozen stillness while simultaneously impulsively attempting to throw herself to the sand in reverence, and between the two reactions of awe and reverence, she was stuck slackjawed, just floating there in the water like one hamstrung between two seahorses.
Finally, as the shock faded, the latter took precedence, and she lowered herself prostrate before the goddess of mermaid magic, though still her tongue was caught, immobilized as if by blowfish toxin, so she only kept her head down, unable to manage any response more intelligent.
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Post by Alex-065 on Dec 11, 2013 15:06:15 GMT -5
The mother deity regarded Mairsile with a magnanimous smile, and her light-filled eyes somehow brightened to reflect her pleasure. "Rise, and come to me," she invited. "I have cared for your partner in your absence. She sent all others away from her, but I would not let her bring such special lives into this world alone."
Oylandra swooned in the goddess's soothing lap, still half asleep and in labor. "Mairsile?" She called out as she struggled to open her eyes. "Mairsile?"
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Post by Ninmast on Dec 11, 2013 16:52:06 GMT -5
"I am here, Mistress," she immediately said, already having been approaching as instructed when Oylandra called for her, hurrying her pace. "Are you alright? Are you okay? There are no complications?"
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Post by Alex-065 on Jan 2, 2014 20:12:41 GMT -5
Oylandra, who had always been so stern and placid, could not keep her face from contorting with every contraction. “The sensation is, nnngh! More difficult… To endure… than I had imagined.” Another contraction seized her and Mairsile could smell blood in the water. When it passed, Oylandra turned her head up at Purin and angrily whimpered, “Why must it be so?”
“Could you more easily bare being separated from your arms?” The goddess mused. “Your children are as much apart of you now as any other part of your body. But if they are to grow, and thrive, and have children of their own, they cannot remain so.”
Oylandra should have known so already, but she was not of clear mind. Another contraction, longer this time, delayed her asking, “Why have you come?”
With doting eyes that shined like miniature suns, the maternal deity stroked Oylandra’s forehead, seeming to sooth some of the pain of her labor. “I have come to usher new life into the world, as I have always done. Your children will be the progenitors of a new sisterhood among our kind. How wondrous, though, that these children share two mothers…”
She glanced to Mairsile, making it clear with a look that she understood the machinations she had spun with her pregnant mentor, what could have possibly been construed as sacrilege to tamper with Purin’s aspect of the pantheon. But even if the goddess didn’t quite approve, which was impossible to tell, she seemed to at least understand. The children came first.
“Come nearer,” she commanded Mairsile. “Comfort her as I do, and know that when your time comes, I will be with you then as now.”
Before Mairsile could wonder if her own pregnancy had been preordained, Oylandra cried out as her and her deciple’s firstborn began to emerge.
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