Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140201050943

(?Well, I can't take much more of this.  It's slower than molasses in January.  I'm making one more post, then I'm going to bed.)

When Torene had emptied her stomach finally, Anwen pulled her back and they sank to the floor again. Torene whimpered. Anwen had never seen her so upset or weak. "How long, Torene?" she asked again, more gently.

"It can't be--it just can't..." said Torene.

"How long?" Anwen was persistant.

"That first night in the ship.  Although he may not remember it."

"At least a month then.  That's how long we've been journeying.  You're right--it has not been long enough.  There must be some magic at work here.  Would Meridia have...?"

Torene shook her head feebly. "I don't know, possibly.  Something is at work."

"Where did that power come from?"

"I don't know.  It was as if my body was not my own.  I had no control.  My power was--enhanced...strengthened, by some outside force."

Torene's words reminded Anwen of something a midwife had said to her once. "You do not own your body," the old woman had said. "The baby does."

"That's it, Torene.  Only the power comes from inside, not outside.  It's the child.  You carry a powerful being inside you.  A gift from the gods."

Torene turned her head to stare at Anwen. "Impossible."

"Is it?  You are a powerful sorceress--and from what Peri told me--you come from a long line of powerful warlocks and sorceresses.  Why is it impossible for you not to bear a child who begins to show its power even before birth?"

Torene had no answer to that.

(Good night.)