Post by demejoraia on Mar 27, 2006 18:48:30 GMT -5
It was not a difficult birth.
Nor could it truly be called easy; only ignorant males who had never had a taste of it, had always been off "boiling water" during the process would ever use the word easy to describe it. Still, even as the child came into the world, her mother bore a grimace of pain that was also half smile. As her daughter emerged crying into the dim light of the Mulgore hut, the mother smiled down upon her, too exhausted to wipe the sweat from her own face. The old midwife who had helped her through it gathered the baby to her as she reached for a blade.
With swift, practiced moves she sliced through the umbilical cord and tied off. As the mother watched, the elderly woman quickly bathed the child of the fluids of the womb, revealing fine short fur of various shades of brown. She then gingerly laid the baby in her mother's waiting arms, smiling as the infant ceased crying and blinked up at her mother.
"What birth-name will you give her?" she whispered in Taurahe. The mother responded without looking up, her eyes caught by the deep green of her daughter's eyes.
"Demejoraia. It was told me in a vision, for it speaks of earth."
"Ah, this is a good omen," the midwife replied, rising to her feet from where she knelt next to the bed of furs. She paused as she went out the door, holding back the skins that covered it. "The Earthmother smiles upon you both."
The mother waited until the woman had left to whisper down into her babe's face. "She does not know, but one day they all will. It is She Who Endures who has blessed you, for you are hers. One day, my daughter, they will see," she said, as the child looked up at her with a calm and steady gaze.
Nor could it truly be called easy; only ignorant males who had never had a taste of it, had always been off "boiling water" during the process would ever use the word easy to describe it. Still, even as the child came into the world, her mother bore a grimace of pain that was also half smile. As her daughter emerged crying into the dim light of the Mulgore hut, the mother smiled down upon her, too exhausted to wipe the sweat from her own face. The old midwife who had helped her through it gathered the baby to her as she reached for a blade.
With swift, practiced moves she sliced through the umbilical cord and tied off. As the mother watched, the elderly woman quickly bathed the child of the fluids of the womb, revealing fine short fur of various shades of brown. She then gingerly laid the baby in her mother's waiting arms, smiling as the infant ceased crying and blinked up at her mother.
"What birth-name will you give her?" she whispered in Taurahe. The mother responded without looking up, her eyes caught by the deep green of her daughter's eyes.
"Demejoraia. It was told me in a vision, for it speaks of earth."
"Ah, this is a good omen," the midwife replied, rising to her feet from where she knelt next to the bed of furs. She paused as she went out the door, holding back the skins that covered it. "The Earthmother smiles upon you both."
The mother waited until the woman had left to whisper down into her babe's face. "She does not know, but one day they all will. It is She Who Endures who has blessed you, for you are hers. One day, my daughter, they will see," she said, as the child looked up at her with a calm and steady gaze.