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Post by sapphiresquire on Sept 18, 2016 16:22:47 GMT -6
Elora || Concubine
Elora was absolutely mortified by Enigma's words; of course there were lapses in manners at times and given their recent departure from a rocking ship and the weather outside none of them looked their best, but how could they, proper Talorian ladies, be considered... She shuddered, unable to even finish the thought. It had already been said aloud, it didn't bear thinking again. The small mare wanted to say something, defend her own honor and that of her companions, but bit her tongue. The stallion had already apologized and acknowledged his misinformation, despite having uttered the most likely inadvertent insult in the same breath. Following the two stallions with nothing but her eyes, keeping an eye on them as much as she was the children, she was surprised when the two seemed to begin relaxing with Enigma even beginning to tell a story of some adventure.
Even if he hadn't been so considerate of the ladies' station, he at least has some ideas about children. The buckskin thought to herself, dropping her head a little to nose Merrill gently. "Why don't we move closer to the fire, Empress? It will be warmer, and I think Bethel might enjoy a little company listening to the story." She uttered it all as a quiet suggestion. Despite being so young, the concubine still dared not give orders to the little pegasus beside her. Taking the first step she too moved closer to the warm blaze, careful not to get too close, but close enough that there would be no chance of either of the fillies getting burned. Still wary and alert, she began to relax however, listening to Enigma's story with as much attention as she could manage, her thoughts still elsewhere.
Did many horses think the same as this one had - that concubines were kept for company and nothing more? Elora felt embarrassment flood heat to her face that had nothing to do with the fire and again tried to push away the idea. Certainly she hadn't spent that much time with Hawkeye herself, but she knew the Emperor would never dishonor a lady so. Content with that in mind, she turned her attention back to the story, wondering how much of it was truth and what was exaggeration.
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Post by empyre on Sept 18, 2016 17:36:56 GMT -6
Odette
Odette sighed and relented to the fact that she was not going to be left alone at this point and followed after the vagabond mare who offered to show her the food stores. On her way out she caught the words of the oddly colored stallion, and her ears immediately pinned to her skull. Sure she had had more partners out of wedlock than was entirely...appropriate for a proper mare in Talori, but she was not a whore! Still, she hardly wanted to go around starting fights at this point, and instead settled on merely lifting her upper lip at the stallion's back as she left the room to follow after the other mare -- Elenna or something like that? " So," She began as they walked down the hall, hating the sound of their hooves echoing eerily in the silence between them, " You travel." it was a statement, more so than a question, " Have you seen Valore?" She asked, trying her hardest to keep the immense interest from her voice, " I have always been curious about the horses of Aodh. I have heard rumors, though I am unsure what is true and what is fiction." post: 5
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 21, 2016 21:41:34 GMT -6
The fire was cozy. Its gentle heat warmed Damaris and little Bethel, who curled up into her chest. Her eyes settled upon Enigma and she half-heartedly listened to the stallion as he spun a tale for the children. Though she did not have much interest, she was glad to see that the kids were enjoying it. It kept them distracted from the storm and saved Damaris from potentially having to stay up all night to sooth their fears.
Damaris looked over to Elora. “Well, the children are enjoying the story, are you?” she asked quietly, careful not to speak over Enigma. She offered a friendly smile. Admittedly she had not been able to spend much time with the young concubine. The situation currently at hoof presented the perfect opportunity for Damaris to connect with Elora (an effort she tried to make with every concubine).
She looked to Bethel as she heard the little one yawn. “Tired already,” Damaris said with a small chuckle and gently nuzzled her daughter, who smiled at her with droopy eyes. “It’s alright darling, get some rest. Our journey here was tiring for everyone.”
Bethel nodded and yawn again. “Okay momma,” she mumbled and lowered her head, resting it on one of Damaris’ legs.
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Post by DawnsComing on Sept 22, 2016 17:39:01 GMT -6
Merrill | Empress
Enigma's words spun tales of fantasy, a life Merrill only dreamed of living. Adventures and battles, mystery and humor, perhaps even romance was all laid out before her. It spun her mind into the lightest corners of imagination, a child's wish for gander and hope. The stallion's lips dripped with honey as his story drew her closer, the raging storm outside all but forgotten in the small den the concubines had made.
The filly's wings fluffed with exuberance as another bend in the story whisked across Enigma's lips, sending Merrill's mind spinning once again. That was until the thunder loudened and the lightning cracked hard against the earth. It's force sent shivers up Merrill's spine, her surprise causing her pales wings to fly out in both directions. Before she new it she was on her hooves, blue eyes wide with fright and she spun around the room only to meet the surprised faces of the others. She had been the only one so utterly frightened by the clap and shame wrote itself across her cheeks.
For a moment, her gaze fell on Bethel, whose tender soul snuggled deep into Demaris' chest. The child's wide eye's only seemed to stare back at Merrill in shock and after a long heartbeat the pair pulled away. Without a word, the small Empress took a seat replacing her shame with anger and jealousy. Ear's burned at her own thoughts, her own laps in poise that had been so well practiced. She missed her mom, missed the nights she spend curled at her side in the comfort of New Valor's marble castle. The familiarity of it all, it was gone; just like that. Taken from her and left in lands far from here. As much as she adored her new Emperor, he could not replace that emptiness she felt.
Perhaps that was why she loved the stories. Loved the way they swept her from her world.
"I'm sorry, please continue." The whisper crept from her lips but fell on all ears as the room remained silent; silently judging her. She could not bear to look at them, allowing her eyes to remained cast upon the floor. 'Please,' her pleas shouted against her skull, acking to be free. 'Please just continue.'
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 25, 2016 16:24:24 GMT -6
Checkpoint 3// Things seem to have calmed down and civility seems to rule for the time being, though the days seem to drag on as the storm continues to rage violently just beyond the walls with no sign of letting up. With supplies running low, your only hope is that a ship stops in to dock soon. As night falls on the fifth day of your stay cooped up in this safe house, Damaris's unborn child begins to make quite a fuss. Before you even have time to process whats happening, the eldest concubine is groaning in labor pains. The baby is coming, whether anyone is ready or not. |
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 27, 2016 16:17:19 GMT -6
Gilen
Vagabond Mercenary
The stallion woke with a start. What the hell was that racket? His first instinct was to try and ignore it in an attempt to fall back to sleep, but he quickly brushed off the idea when he remembered where he was and who else was there. Irritated by the inconvenience, and the fact that no one else seemed to hear the ruckus, Gilen made his way towards the awful noise. Upon making it to the room Damaris was supposed to be sleeping in, he discovered the source of the ruckus was the eldest concubine herself. "What's wrong?" he asked, trying to keep his irritation under control as he looked over the mare for any obvious injury. Seeing none, a new possibility hit him like a stone wall. "Are you in labor?!" His voice couldn't mask the slight shock of the realization as he stared down at the groaning mare. The situation was foreign to the battle hardened mercenary. Sure, mares gave birth to healthy foals every day, it was a natural part of life, but Gilen had never been present for any kind of birth and felt quite like a fish out of water. "I'll be back with help." He muttered softly as he quickly made his way back to the hall. "Enigma, Elenna! Someone get you ass down here now! That very pregnant mare is about to give birth and I imgaine at least one of you has got to have some experience in that area. She could use some assistance." His powerful voice carried down the dark corridors and he was sure the others had to have heard him. Turning back to the room where Damaris lay, he waited for help to arrive.
Posting Frequency Commitment: Once a Week
(May post more often if time permits)
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Post by empyre on Sept 29, 2016 16:42:40 GMT -6
Odette
Odette's eyes snapped open at the sound of Gilen shouting, her mind immediately jumping to the worst possible scenario. She shot to her feet and darted towards the shout, expecting some sort of attack, bright eyes scanning the room around her for any sign of looming dark figures stalking through the shadows, waiting to strike. It took her maybe two seconds to realize that was not the case, and instead pause to absorb exactly what it was that Gilen had said. Darmaris was giving birth. Oh. Well, shit. Odette approached the other mare cautiously, her mind racing back to years ago, when she was a dumb teenager who thought she could be a cleric if she tried hard enough. Healing just wasn't in her blood, though, not like it was in Eden's. Well, that was perhaps a bit unfair, Eden was literally born with the ability to heal so obviously he'd have the natural advantage over her. She tried desperately to grab hold of those memories of him, of the times she'd read over his shoulder as he studied, but came up with nothing. " Damaris..." she breathed softly, stepping forward to kneel in front of the older mare, " What can I do to help?" post: 6
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Post by farquaadstarquad on Sept 29, 2016 18:37:38 GMT -6
It was happening, and there was nothing that Damaris could do to stop it. She had noticed the sign on the third day of their stay in the safehouse, the tell signs that told her labor would be near. The older mare had opted to tell no one, for she feared she might cause a big fuss. The signs never told her when, only that it was near and imminent.
Damaris had held a small hope that the ship would arrive before the labor began, but as the the fifth night came, that small hope was shattered. She felt the pains begin after sunset. Once the group had settled into bed, the pains became worse, and only continued as the night drew on. She had tried to hold back her cries and for a little while it worked,
Gilen was the first to come to her. She looked up at the mercenary. “Yes, I-...I need help, please get the other concubines,” she told Gilen as another contraction moved through her.
Then Odette came and Damaris felt glad to see her.
“I need a blanket...towels...something to wrap the child in,” Damaris looked to her belly and then back to Odette, “someone needs to watch Bethel and the young empress. Where is Elora? Amara?”
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Post by ccdefoe2000 on Oct 3, 2016 16:55:52 GMT -6
Enigma, Vagabond, Wanderer, Post 6.
Enigma nearly jumped out of his skin when Gilen’s voice resounded down the corridor, it took the large stallion a moment of two to understand what the shouting was about. The mercenary was yelling about Damaris apparently… ‘Nice to see that he is not good at everything,’ Enigma chuckled to himself as he pulled out some rags, a few dried herbs and a metal pot for warming water. Births Enigma new enough about having had to help more than one mother give birth in his lifetime, it was a natural thing, and for the most part it usually is a pretty hooves off procedure. Sure most of the time it was animals that he was helping but it should be the same right??
Enigma entered into the room bringing his gatherings, “I don’t have much but I do have some clean rags, a pan, and some Meadow-sweet and willow's bark. It should help with the pain a little at least. I have helped a fair share of new mothers and can assist if you need me to dear.” Enigma offered, this was someone’s wife and for all he know maybe one of the other wives knew more about her needs or was her doctor. although these last few days had not been as enlightening as Enigma would have liked, but that was more the storms fault then his fellow equines really. Enigma had spent the last few days attempting to be helpful and amuse everyone, unfortunately it seemed to grate after awhile, He did however tell loads of stories, and he had a blast doing so. Enigma could at least keep the children amused for as long as he was allowed.
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