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Her clan had changed. That was the first thing Naal’suul thought when returning from Orthorbbae after the Nidraa’chal-war. The slaves and servants were gone, leaving the mighty fortress strangely empty.
Even her mother had changed, a strange coldness filling the Ill’haress. She never retracted her shadows now, always bearing them behind her as mighty spider-legs.
Nin’diil later told her that a tainted slave had turned against a Val, nearly killing her. She refused to say which Val though, making the young heiress wonder.
But there was a small beacon of hope – ironic considering the Clan she was from – in another pregnancy of her mother.
She was fascinated by the thought of soon no longer being the youngest of her siblings. “Is it going to take very long?” She looked at the growing belly with interest.
“A couple of moons.” Waes’soloth rested her hand on the head of her daughter lovingly. “You’ll have to wait that long still, I am afraid.”
Naal’suul pouted at that, earning a chuckle from the older female. “Have patience, Naal’suul. What are a few moons? Besides, once your sibling will be there, you will wish it wasn’t. I know your sisters did with you.”
“What, why?” The young girl demanded, hesitantly clambering onto the couch her mother was sitting on.
“Babies are loud, smelly and generally obnoxious.” There was a teasing grin on Waes’soloth’s face as she said this, helping her youngest to settle down beside her. “You’ll see that soon enough.”
“I wasn’t.” Naal objected, snuggling into the warm dress of the elder. She liked feeling the warmth and aura of her mother and smelling her scent; a mix of spider-silk and orchids of all things.
“You were.” Waes rested her arm on the small form. “All babies are. No doubt I myself was too.”
Now that made her do a double-take, looking at her mother in disbelief.
“Now, I do belief it is well past your bedtime, little Naal.” Waes’soloth chided, getting up from the couch to bring her youngest to her chambers.
“Is not.” A yawn betrayed her. Damnit. She gasped in fear when Waes’soloth came to an abrupt stop, freezing up with a hand on her middle. “Mom!”
“It is fine.” Waes’soloth smiled at her. “Your sibling just kicked. Want to see if it does again?”
Forgotten was the fact that she should be in bed. Instead they settled on the couch once more, Naal’suul now resting her head on the stomach of her mother.
“I felt it!” Naal’suul beamed, feeling the kick against her hand.
“Yes. And now to bed with you, young lady.” Waes’soloth nudged her up. “I am certain Nin’diil is already looking for you.”
“Aaawwww...”
Things returned to a semblance of normalcy afterwards. The children returned to Orthorbbae, where Naal’suul soon found she had to share rooms with a Vloz’ress. The other girl was weird.
A few weeks later the break came, Naal’suul returning to her home with no further thought to the newcomer.
Waes’soloth was meanwhile heavy with child. There was no doubt that soon she would go into labor. The empaths had told her it would be a boy, but that mattered little to the ancient matriarch. She had daughters aplenty – most with their own houses, but still – a boy would be no loss.
Naal’suul was meanwhile just excited that she might be present when her little brother would be born, though Waes’soloth was quick to point out that she’d have to stay away during the actual birth. Tradition dictated that only in emergencies would the mother be attended by more than one healer.
Her mother’s was the first Naal’suul even faintly experienced since she was among the youngest of the Clan.
It took cycles, the shadows seemingly quivering with increasing frequency.
“It’s because of Waes’soloth’s power.” Nin’diil told her as the shadows in the room they were in started to twist and claw at the stone. “She is the Queen of Shadows after all and birthing a child... Well, it hurts.”
“Hurts?” The young heir echoed.
“You’ll see yourself when you’re older. But they’ll both be fine at the end of it.” The elder female assured her.
“If it hurts I don’t want it.” Naal’suul shook her head vehemently.
“We’ll see about that, little Naal.” Nin’diil teased, looking up when someone knocked on the door.
“It is over.” It was one of Naal’suul’s elder sisters, the one that had attended to their mother. “Come, Naal’suul.”
On one hand, she was excited. On the other, she was afraid. The room was only dimly lit, the massive bed of the Ill’haress dominating it even in the gloom. Waes’soloth was resting under the silk covers, pillows supporting her frame. Sweat-pearls were on her forehead as she reached for her youngest daughter.
“Naal’suul, come here.” There was a dark-blue bundle in her arm, long black tendrils gently holding it secure against her chest. “Meet your little brother, Khal’harror.”
She clambered onto the bed, carefully moving closer to look at the baby in her mother’s embrace.