Willow Ridge the empress - Printable Version

Ra is where she often settles, be it one tree or another of the many drooping willows. When the breeze came, it's long branches tickled on her backside and brought a quiver to her being.

A scent comes with the winds now and before Niamh speaks, Ra knows it to be her. And with news! It is not hard to tell what it might be. The mystic lifts her snowy chin, pearl eyes seeking, searching the woman's depths of her spirit. "You dance alone no longer. You've taken a man to your side. A man once chosen by another, but no more." Oh yes, but it was not just dancing, was it? "Tell me all of what has become of you and this man."

And it was true, such a thing, that Ra could have put two and two together just as any other might. The way in which Niamh had mentioned Hagar in their first meeting. The scent of her coming to heat and the change of it now. The way her paws stepped light and with a happy pep. If Ra did not have visions gifted by the gods, she was at the very least a very observant being.

"Some wolves need time to form relationships slowly, carefully. Then," She says with a toothy smile, head tipping up into the other's direction, pastel colored eyes seeking somewhere beyond. "Like us, there are others that just know". Niamh had made her path and Ra knew she would not question it now. She had faith.

Faith meant the survival of wolves like Niamh and Ra. It boistered their spirits, gave them hope, a reason to push onward. It was everything.

"Come, let me touch you. Let me feel the beginnings of new life within you so that I may bless it." She urged the woman to draw nearer.

There is no objection, despite the little time they had known one another. It was their deep spirits and devout roots which tangled within one another now. Bound. To pull one another apart would to rip pieces of them from one another. Ra felt, as Niamh laid down onto her back in front of Ra, that she must stay in these lands for a little longer, even if she dreamt of the forests and coasts of Torbine. Naimh had nourished her spirit where her brother Clouse had nourished her body. She could not turn back just yet.

"I believe your courtship has taken root already." The pair would dance closely together day in and night for a time, but Ra felt the deed was already done, as far as pregnancy went. "I feel the strength in its seed." She says so as she brushes her muzzle over the soft furs of the woman's belly and her front paws pressing at Naimh's side over her ribs.

Ra is still a moment then, murmurs over her lips as she whispers prayers to the gods, to the good spirits and specifically the name of Moon Mother. Lifting her head then, "I will be a busy woman again in collecting herbs for you through these months." It was good to be needed and of use once again. Naimh kept her promise to restore her.

For a woman who longed for children, hearing that she would have them was great news. Even better still, that they would be healthy. No ailments, no deformity, no stillborn. Rashina was certain.

When Niamh flipped from back to belly and speaks, Ra is smiling deeply, her tail waving along the dirt and grass behind her. It was wonderful to hear that the new mother would trust her so, and that she wished to learn, too.

"Well, you will be mostly confined to your quarters for a while, you will have much time to learn when you are not resting!" She spoke with a laughter. Their future was bright. Ra wished she had been here for the birth of her cousins and perhaps her and @Avella could have shared such a connection.

Ra laughs. "Now the Willow wolves will have two slow moving women to feed!" Niamh would be mother to the pack. Ra would be wet-nurse and healer. Both as spiritual mystics of the land. Their hunters were growing, Avella's three pups having been forced to learn quickly but had learned much because of it. The land was turning around, she hoped...