It shouldn't have been a surprise when he'd said it. The well-meaning Lord, giving his good wishes as she had to duck out of a meal that, more often than not lately, the smell of made her sick.
But looking down at her right now, flat, stomach, she honestly had not a clue what on earth to do about it. Pregnant? When. How.
Well, she knew how. She knew several times over how. For all people in the world for the spirits to bless - her teeth grit. Unsure, more than angry, and not quite sure what to do about it. Magni's mother had followed her almost immediately, questioning her. This was far too rare to simply happen, and given Magni's past engagements, she couldn't fault the people here for being questioning over such an event.
The last few months, however, become too clear. How her stomach churned at smells she liked. Her previous unheard of inclination to doze in front of the fire of an afternoon, inexplicably tired for reasons that at the time, she hadn't questioned too hard. How for the first time she had started to eat all of these huge mountain dinners they were so fond of.
Flat, was it really? It had to have been at least three months, like this. ( The faint burn of heat - thinking about which particular event, and realising, suddenly, it had to have been the forest. Whenever would they have been as soaked in magic as each other? ) She gets up, going to the long mirror that adorned her chambers. ( Hers, not Magni's, she had to be alone so suddenly. Every servant sent out of the room, shutting the door on all of them with the strict understanding that she was not to be bothered. )
Standing in front of it, she adjusts her dress, moving the material, to pull it taut over her belly. To see how it sat now that she was really looking.
There, there it was. Nothing she ever would have noticed under the bulk of the Talonhold garments. But... there was no mistaking it now she looked. Transfixed, she ran her hand over her belly. Focused so, she doesn't hear the door open behind her. Just smoothing over the beginnings of the bump. Cupping her hand below it.
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But looking down at her right now, flat, stomach, she honestly had not a clue what on earth to do about it. Pregnant? When. How.
Well, she knew how. She knew several times over how. For all people in the world for the spirits to bless - her teeth grit. Unsure, more than angry, and not quite sure what to do about it. Magni's mother had followed her almost immediately, questioning her. This was far too rare to simply happen, and given Magni's past engagements, she couldn't fault the people here for being questioning over such an event.
The last few months, however, become too clear. How her stomach churned at smells she liked. Her previous unheard of inclination to doze in front of the fire of an afternoon, inexplicably tired for reasons that at the time, she hadn't questioned too hard. How for the first time she had started to eat all of these huge mountain dinners they were so fond of.
Flat, was it really? It had to have been at least three months, like this. ( The faint burn of heat - thinking about which particular event, and realising, suddenly, it had to have been the forest. Whenever would they have been as soaked in magic as each other? ) She gets up, going to the long mirror that adorned her chambers. ( Hers, not Magni's, she had to be alone so suddenly. Every servant sent out of the room, shutting the door on all of them with the strict understanding that she was not to be bothered. )
Standing in front of it, she adjusts her dress, moving the material, to pull it taut over her belly. To see how it sat now that she was really looking.
There, there it was. Nothing she ever would have noticed under the bulk of the Talonhold garments. But... there was no mistaking it now she looked. Transfixed, she ran her hand over her belly. Focused so, she doesn't hear the door open behind her. Just smoothing over the beginnings of the bump. Cupping her hand below it.