Post by Luna Broadsword on Apr 24, 2008 21:21:17 GMT -5
(Wasn't sure where to put this, so I'm hoping it'll be ok here....)
Vigil laid down Frode into the crib, smiling sadly at his tiny sleeping form. Shadows from the candle danced on the walls, and stars twinkled outside. The long patrol had quickly set up the makeshift nursery and uncovered two cribs covered in dust. Vigil over looked their work, her smile never quiet leaving her face. She sat down in the rocking chair and her gaze turned toward the forms of her twins. After hours of work they had finally gone to sleep around midnight, and Vigil felt grateful.
As she thought about how tiring it was to be a single mom, a chill had begun to spread through her, one that Vigil knew had nothing to do with the open window behind her. She looked outside as fear clutched her heart. It won't get easier after this, her head told her. It only gets harder.... Vigil closed her eyes, and felt a the threatening wave of fears she'd kept at bay all day finally crash over her. Tears dripped slowly and quietly down her whiskers as the overworked and emotionally spent rat cried. Taking a deep breath she told the starlit night her thoughts on motherhood.
"I'm not ready for this...."
Philip sat on the edge of the wall top, watching as some of Luna's soldiers walked past beneath him. They wouldn't think of looking for him up here, not for a while at least. This suited the ferret, who was more than tired of their constant questions.
" 'nough to drive a body insane." He muttered, drinking deeply from a flask. This flask was not filled with alcohol though, but a tea with enough spices in it to make an otter's eyes water. Philip enjoyed it, and in the dark hours as he hid from his interrogators, it gave him comfort. That comfort quickly left him though when he heard the sound of someone approaching. Luna's second-in-command jumped to his feet, unsure of what to expect.
Vigil laid down Frode into the crib, smiling sadly at his tiny sleeping form. Shadows from the candle danced on the walls, and stars twinkled outside. The long patrol had quickly set up the makeshift nursery and uncovered two cribs covered in dust. Vigil over looked their work, her smile never quiet leaving her face. She sat down in the rocking chair and her gaze turned toward the forms of her twins. After hours of work they had finally gone to sleep around midnight, and Vigil felt grateful.
As she thought about how tiring it was to be a single mom, a chill had begun to spread through her, one that Vigil knew had nothing to do with the open window behind her. She looked outside as fear clutched her heart. It won't get easier after this, her head told her. It only gets harder.... Vigil closed her eyes, and felt a the threatening wave of fears she'd kept at bay all day finally crash over her. Tears dripped slowly and quietly down her whiskers as the overworked and emotionally spent rat cried. Taking a deep breath she told the starlit night her thoughts on motherhood.
"I'm not ready for this...."
***
Philip sat on the edge of the wall top, watching as some of Luna's soldiers walked past beneath him. They wouldn't think of looking for him up here, not for a while at least. This suited the ferret, who was more than tired of their constant questions.
" 'nough to drive a body insane." He muttered, drinking deeply from a flask. This flask was not filled with alcohol though, but a tea with enough spices in it to make an otter's eyes water. Philip enjoyed it, and in the dark hours as he hid from his interrogators, it gave him comfort. That comfort quickly left him though when he heard the sound of someone approaching. Luna's second-in-command jumped to his feet, unsure of what to expect.