The moment he laid the bowl by my side, the baby started to slide right out of its mother and into my waiting hands. Where is that water? The baby is almost out.” Relief washed over me Laia was a strong woman. Her body went completely rigid as she pushed. She gulped for air like a drowning sailor, and let it out with a great shriek.
“Oh, come on, Laia, you can do better than that. Laia’s lips pulled back over white teeth. “Now, Laia, push! Push with all your strength.” “Be quick, the baby is coming.” I scolded him into action and he jumped to do as he was bid. Laia clenched her teeth and groaned once again, and I lifted her skirts to check her progress. Now, it’s almost time, so I need you to breathe deeply and stay brave for just a little while longer.” I drew a bowl from my bag and thrust it in the direction of her husband. “La– Laia.” She wheezed the word while she squirmed.
When she was finally seated, I reached for my bag and drew a sponge to dab at her forehead. The carpenter had even carved the sun emblem of Aeas into its back, just like the polished copper brooch pinned to my shawl. Both seat and back were padded in leather, and a deep curve was cut from the bottom. It was a sturdy thing that had seen the delivery of a hundred children. When she was on her feet, I pulled the birthing chair to her. Her face was a mask of agony, her spine a curve. Her husband retreated while I pulled the poor girl up by her armpits. If I dallied, she would have to remain on the floor. Suppressing a sigh, I approached the soon-to-be mother and lifted her skirts. Too late the poor lad had already run off-likely out of fear of what was to come, as if such things were more terrible than a battlefield. A young woman sat on the floor, her skirts wet from the puddle of birthing fluid beneath her while her husband hovered in worry. Already my shoulder was aching, but there was no time to fret about it. It was such a relief to put down that chair. No time to catch my breath, I shooed him aside, used my elbow to work the handle open, and stepped inside the dim interior. He just knocked politely, and another shriek resounded from inside. He ran ahead while I trudged along behind him, leather bag in one hand, chair in the other. He looked strong enough, stout as an ox, but rather he kept glancing back at me with an anxious stare as we passed cottage after cottage, all lined up in a row. The young lad they sent to fetch me was a terrible guide who didn’t even offer to carry the birthing chair I struggled to keep from touching the muddy ground. I didn’t know which door was the right one until I heard the scream.
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Light & Dark elves, twins seems fine imho yin/yang etc etc.
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