Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 11:58:56 GMT -5
The hour was very early, so much so that Sinead rather doubted that anyone else was awake, serving girls and boys included. She had to get up - again - to relieve herself in that frequency that is a plague to pregnant women. She did so as quietly as she could without waking her husband whose mind was troubled enough as it was during the day that she needn't disturb his sleep. With bladder empty, for what precious time that might last, she wrapped herself in something warm and heavy and went to sit by the window.
The birds had started to flee for the upcoming season, mild as it was in comparison to other regions of the realm. It was too early to hear their singing voice even though she could hear their daily chime in her head. Sinead reached for the quilt she had been working on, determined to do just a bit of it every time she woke and could not sleep. This way, by the time the baby arrived, its first gift would be ready. She had prepared a quilt for each of her young, and it was a tradition she felt she needed to continue now.
The action soothed her. It allowed her to calm her frayed nerves, to turn off her wandering mind, to relax her body just long enough that she could sometimes yawn and return to bed where the warm body of her husband usually lay. Other mornings, she remained awake and if necessary would succumb to a nap in the noon hours where the sun was the hottest which made labouring outside the least convenient. Deft fingers wove her thick needle in and out, applying the first edge of the next piece to the design, never once pricking her skin, the rhytmn distracting her from the fact that she was not the only one awake in the room as she thought.
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@meical
I didn't know exactly what date you had in mind, I know you suggested this be before they head off to join forces with Vortigern.
The birds had started to flee for the upcoming season, mild as it was in comparison to other regions of the realm. It was too early to hear their singing voice even though she could hear their daily chime in her head. Sinead reached for the quilt she had been working on, determined to do just a bit of it every time she woke and could not sleep. This way, by the time the baby arrived, its first gift would be ready. She had prepared a quilt for each of her young, and it was a tradition she felt she needed to continue now.
The action soothed her. It allowed her to calm her frayed nerves, to turn off her wandering mind, to relax her body just long enough that she could sometimes yawn and return to bed where the warm body of her husband usually lay. Other mornings, she remained awake and if necessary would succumb to a nap in the noon hours where the sun was the hottest which made labouring outside the least convenient. Deft fingers wove her thick needle in and out, applying the first edge of the next piece to the design, never once pricking her skin, the rhytmn distracting her from the fact that she was not the only one awake in the room as she thought.
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@meical
I didn't know exactly what date you had in mind, I know you suggested this be before they head off to join forces with Vortigern.