Post by Echo on Jan 16, 2016 17:53:42 GMT
Echo was sleeping. The ice storm that blow outside was not new to her ears, and thus easy to block out. Her home build to keep all the heat in it that could be kept in, thus the large fire in the center of the room kept everything warm. Even still she was under furs from hunts that she had gone on--and not just her. Vallier. Upon meeting the mindless man, Echo had been one of the ones who tried to help, though she had no understanding how he had lost everything in his head. He learned quick, and even within a month had made strides that were big enough that their healer had said he wasn't learning, but remembering. It made Echo more willing to help, and she felt almost as if she had been reward--for she had met someone unlike the warriors that she had been raised with.
She'd fallen in love. Which was why the furs on the bed, the ones on the floor were not just of her hunts. She'd let him in to more then just her heart, but this was their home now, rather then her's. She would never have thought they'd be this, or that she could be this with anyone. She was a warrior, and love was weakness to them. Love made you hesitate before following orders. Love made your head be somewhere else in a battle. It divided loyalties from the clan to a single person. It was what she had been told--but she had yet to see it that way. She was finding strength in it. She didn't hesitate by his side, nor he by her's. They'd not been in any battles, but she had trust in his ability, and she'd not dishonor that with doubts or not letting him take his own kill. He was loyal to Nia as well, and was even one that Nia was growing pleased with more and more each time he hunted, or trained, or devised some new way of doing something to help the people.
Her dreams were disturbed once again, as her eyes opened sharply and she grew very still. Echo worked only on breathing, making her actions as silently as she could so not to alert Vallier. The storm was too strong to go out in it, for you would get lost between here and even the next cabin. It was why she had yet to tell her lover that the birthing pains had stared a good long time ago, and that they were growing closer, faster. This was another thing she had never thought herself to be--mother. And with each round of pains she knew the time was growing closer to embrace that role.
Once the pains were over, she moved to sit up, her balance suffering slightly, while her eyes moved to seek out Vallier. She needed to tell him, so he could be getting things ready. They would have to do this alone--and she had no idea of what to do.
