Post by The Light on Jan 5, 2013 13:32:47 GMT -5
As the waves crashed outside on the hull of the Grey Lady, the storm raged while she was tossed about in the waves. Naomi tensed her jaw, refusing to scream as her abdomen was cramping and spasming. The baby that she carried was fighting its way into the world, the Ironborn way. Breia wiped Naomi’s forehead as she sweat in agony. They had no midwife to aid them and the men of the crew stayed clear of her quarters in fear of having Breia split their skulls open with her axe.
Taking the cloth and wetting it,”Naomi, what should I do”, she asked nervously as she wiped her sister’s face and neck. Breia was afraid but she knew her sister had been delivered from the Drowned God, she will not lose her. She smiled as the pain of another contraction hit her again, the lightning struck the sea and the thunder rolled violently. Naomi screamed loudly, gripping the sheets of her bed. Her back arched as she felt her body contort and push against her. It was coming, her baby was coming. Breia grabbed and held her sister’s hand, rubbing her fingers as Naomi’s grip tightened against the pain.
Breia winced as her knuckles were white from the iron grip, “Sister breathe. You are breaking the bones of my hand.” Naomi screamed and pushed with her body this time. Every muscle of her body tensed and shook as blood shot from her. Breia jumped, pried her hand from the proverbial vice of her sister. Wiping in between her legs with the wet cloths, trying to clean the blood away, Breia saw…. The top of a head began poking through. “Naomi!! The baby is on its way, push again!!”, she yelled and continued to wipe away the blood. She pushed one more time, her teeth held together as the sheets began to make a small ripping sound from her nails tearing into them. The head of the child pushed through, more blood followed. Breia pulled the child from her sister’s womb, cut the cord and began to clean it with more clean clothes. Breia held the child, his cold black hair in a mess on his head as she cooed to it, rocking him slowly, “Hello little one”, Breia smiled at the child then at Naomi.
Naomi smiled as she saw Breia holding the small babe in her arms, but her smile faded as she felt another sharp strike on her body. Her confusion was caught in the eyes of Breia, ”What’s wrong?” She shook her head, “I do not know…. I..” She screamed again as there was another child that was fighting to be born coming from between her legs. Naomi prayed silently to the Drowned God to give her strength to bring this child into the world, she was so tired and so weak but with His will this child will be born. She pushed with her body as Breia watched holding the other child. Naomi felt the pressure from the head as with the child before and reached down grasping for it. “Let me help you”, Breia placed the first child on the bed beside Naomi and sat between her legs watching the child. Naomi hands felt the small wet shoulders of her second baby and pulled as her body contracted to release it. The storm still raged on outside as the eldest daughter of Leman Harlaw was bringing two new lives into the world.
She pulled the child free as Breia cut the cord and proceeded to clean around Naomi. “I truly hope that there are no more in there. I am almost out of cloths.” Naomi chuckled weakly at her sister. She took a cloth and wiped the baby face and smiled. “They are miracles from the Drowned God”, she looked at Briea. “They will be great.” Her little sister nodded as she picked up the other child, ”I agree, but what will we tell father when we arrive?” She nuzzled the small baby’s cheek, her nose touching his red tuft of hair as she kissed his forehead, Naomi then smiled at her sister, ”We will tell him the truth..” This babe had grey eyes that matched both, the mother and the father. “Father will understand. I have given birth to two strong Ironborn sons. Born during a tumultuous storm and blessed by the Drowned God himself. ”
The thunder rolled again, while the lightning struck down on them once more. “And their names shall be Aeron and Auric.” Briea nodded in approval, looking into the warm, brown eyes of the black haired babe, ”They will not be Harlaws or Greyjoys. They will be Pykes, twin Pykes.”
Breia stared at her sister as she lay in the bed of blood covered sheets, her hair slightly stuck of her face from the sweat of her giving birth. Her face saddened,“ You do know father will kill him, so called King of the Ironborn or not.”
Naomi Athletics: Noteworthy is now Expert
Taking the cloth and wetting it,”Naomi, what should I do”, she asked nervously as she wiped her sister’s face and neck. Breia was afraid but she knew her sister had been delivered from the Drowned God, she will not lose her. She smiled as the pain of another contraction hit her again, the lightning struck the sea and the thunder rolled violently. Naomi screamed loudly, gripping the sheets of her bed. Her back arched as she felt her body contort and push against her. It was coming, her baby was coming. Breia grabbed and held her sister’s hand, rubbing her fingers as Naomi’s grip tightened against the pain.
Breia winced as her knuckles were white from the iron grip, “Sister breathe. You are breaking the bones of my hand.” Naomi screamed and pushed with her body this time. Every muscle of her body tensed and shook as blood shot from her. Breia jumped, pried her hand from the proverbial vice of her sister. Wiping in between her legs with the wet cloths, trying to clean the blood away, Breia saw…. The top of a head began poking through. “Naomi!! The baby is on its way, push again!!”, she yelled and continued to wipe away the blood. She pushed one more time, her teeth held together as the sheets began to make a small ripping sound from her nails tearing into them. The head of the child pushed through, more blood followed. Breia pulled the child from her sister’s womb, cut the cord and began to clean it with more clean clothes. Breia held the child, his cold black hair in a mess on his head as she cooed to it, rocking him slowly, “Hello little one”, Breia smiled at the child then at Naomi.
Naomi smiled as she saw Breia holding the small babe in her arms, but her smile faded as she felt another sharp strike on her body. Her confusion was caught in the eyes of Breia, ”What’s wrong?” She shook her head, “I do not know…. I..” She screamed again as there was another child that was fighting to be born coming from between her legs. Naomi prayed silently to the Drowned God to give her strength to bring this child into the world, she was so tired and so weak but with His will this child will be born. She pushed with her body as Breia watched holding the other child. Naomi felt the pressure from the head as with the child before and reached down grasping for it. “Let me help you”, Breia placed the first child on the bed beside Naomi and sat between her legs watching the child. Naomi hands felt the small wet shoulders of her second baby and pulled as her body contracted to release it. The storm still raged on outside as the eldest daughter of Leman Harlaw was bringing two new lives into the world.
She pulled the child free as Breia cut the cord and proceeded to clean around Naomi. “I truly hope that there are no more in there. I am almost out of cloths.” Naomi chuckled weakly at her sister. She took a cloth and wiped the baby face and smiled. “They are miracles from the Drowned God”, she looked at Briea. “They will be great.” Her little sister nodded as she picked up the other child, ”I agree, but what will we tell father when we arrive?” She nuzzled the small baby’s cheek, her nose touching his red tuft of hair as she kissed his forehead, Naomi then smiled at her sister, ”We will tell him the truth..” This babe had grey eyes that matched both, the mother and the father. “Father will understand. I have given birth to two strong Ironborn sons. Born during a tumultuous storm and blessed by the Drowned God himself. ”
The thunder rolled again, while the lightning struck down on them once more. “And their names shall be Aeron and Auric.” Briea nodded in approval, looking into the warm, brown eyes of the black haired babe, ”They will not be Harlaws or Greyjoys. They will be Pykes, twin Pykes.”
Breia stared at her sister as she lay in the bed of blood covered sheets, her hair slightly stuck of her face from the sweat of her giving birth. Her face saddened,“ You do know father will kill him, so called King of the Ironborn or not.”
Naomi Athletics: Noteworthy is now Expert