Post by Elimnyama on Apr 5, 2007 9:51:08 GMT -5
Characters Involved:
Waset, Queen of Tyne, unconscious after the birth of her cubs
Elimnyama, King of Tyne, strained to the limits
Almasi, Tyne Princess, cute as a button
Stara, Tyne Princess, also cute as a button
Amahl, Tyne Prince, defying nature by not dying!
Summary: After the Tyne royal cubs were born in Kivuli, attended by Tumbuiza, Waset slips in and out of awareness as she struggles to beat death. Elimnyama learns how desperate the situation is and must face the possibility of losing his mate and the mother of his extremely fragile cubs. The cubs show the first real signs of life as their mother conveys desperate information to their father.
Logfile from Sunrise. 04/04/07
[Kivuli] Mountain Cavern
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| ~*~ Mountain Cavern ~*~ |
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| While the heart of the Kivuli lands is in the middle of the valley, the |
| heart of the Kivuli Pride is inside this cavern. And a large cavern it |
| is - not huge, but large - big enough to give shelter to a healthy-sized |
| pride of lions. The floor is of stone. The same, silvery-grey stone that |
| can be found anywhere in the lands. The walls and the ceiling match it, |
| bare and almost slippery. A few, tiny ledges and loose rocks can be found |
| near the corners, though, but otherwise it's a beautiful cave. Lion fur, |
| as well as the bones and remains of old carcasses and other things can be |
| seen littered upon the ground, and the scent of lions is very strong here. |
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| The cave mouth is large, allowing a great deal of light to enter the |
| cave. It's especially beautiful in the evening, when one can see the red |
| light of the sunset on the western horizon, casting its glow into the |
| cavern and across the cliff. However, at night, the cavern tends to be |
| cold, as the night chill easily finds its way through the large entrance. |
| In the back of the cave, there is an opening to another, smaller cave. |
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| '@groups Kivuli' for information |
| 'kmap' for Kivuli map; 'gmap' for global map |
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Surprisingly, given that Kivuli (or at least, the Kivuli that Elim' has always heard about) is such a large pride, the little family has been left to their own devices and given plenty of personal space by the denziens of the kingdom ever since the cubs were birthed - which was only a few hours ago. There might be several reasons for this, none of which currently enter into Elim's mind as he sits beside Waset, leaning over her stomach to stare at their little herd of cubs. Elim' himself is a rather imposing creature - while he may not have the bulk of a Barbary, on any given day he looks cross enough to deter even the most curious onlooker.. There is also the fact, which has almost certainly spread through most of Kivuli by now, that the Tynians have suffered the shock and tragedy of losing one of their children. And by the look of that really runty one, the one that was born last, they're preparing to lose a second. Elim' keeps his back to the rest of the cave; his attention is focused intensely on his family, should one of them stir. Just as much effort is put into watching over them as into shutting out of his thoughts the tiny dark heap that lies several feet away, out of view in a shadowy corner: the firstborn, right where Tumbuiza had placed him.
Almasi hasn't done much, well what can she do? The little cub is doing her best to keep alive like the rest of her siblings. She wiggles about some an suddenly finds herself pushed back some from her mother an mews out faintly. Its a rather weak mew while a forepaw half lifts but she just stays there to tired to wiggle around a try to get back where she was it seems.
And perhaps to her father's delight, yet another one of his girls is up, though not very much. A little furball with mostly her father's coat starts to wobble one way and then wobble the other. The air is almost bitter cold through her little nostrils and it's still dark and comforting despite strange smells and noises. Stara manages a bit of movement with a paw and then shortly following, the smallest squeak of a mew before settling her head on some other's fur.
Although the lastborn has been cleaned up by now, the unpleasantness of that clear sac and all the blood groomed from his fur, he doesn't look much better than he did when he did when he first came out; Amahl seems to be slumbering now, but his sleep is restless, punctuated by frequent twitches and occasional noises, quiet and huffing and uncomfortable. He's rolled halfway onto his back, nestling himself against Waset's hindleg, and the dark blotches on his stomach are clearly visible from this angle--it probably hurts to put weight on them. Still, in spite of that, he seems stable enough for now; his breathing, while shallow, is steady.
And as for Tyne's barbary queen? She is still struggling along, fading in and out of consciousness from time to time. All of Waset's strength had gone into getting Kivuli and birthing her cubs. Perhaps she just doesn't have enough left to keep herself alive for long. Thanks to the healers care, her heavy panting breathing has slowed to something closer to normal, though each breath is still uneven, some shallower than others. And the wounds on her side are most likely of no help, any extra strength she may have being sapped by infection. Time will tell when it comes to Waset's life. Some small part of her mind is fighting back against the inviting darkness that death offers; after all, she may have birthed her children, but she's not yet really touched them or kissed them or cuddled them. For the most part, she hasn't even /seen/ them, having been too tired after the first cub or two to lift her head to glance to her belly. For the moment, consciousness does stir within the barbary, though it is a struggle to even open her eyes. "Baba?!" Elimnyama's nickname comes out as a strangled gasp.. although whether it is because her breathing is off or because she isn't sure where her mate is, is unknown.
The king pulls in a sharp breath of air through his teeth, resulting in something between a gasp and a hiss, as he spots signs of life below him. Excitement and alarm surge into him, closing on his heart until he can feel his own pulse in his ears, but there is not yet that warm feeling of relief. No, not until he knows one way or the other which cubs will live and which cubs will die. It's heartbreaking to say the least, but Elim' can't bring himself to sigh and bask in the happiness of a new father's pride. He leans further over Waset, draping his mane over her back and side, as he stoops to get a closer look at the ones that are moving. Two of the little girls that, underneath all his stress and heartbreak, he's thrilled to have, and-- a frown greets the tortured movements of that smallest boy. Feeling his mouth getting drier the longer he looks, Elim' reaverts his eyes to the girls and ventures a hesitant smile. Then Waset stirs and he's back to her head almost instantly. "I'm here," Elim' assures, his own voice very hoarse. He crouches and begins to groom her face with the kind of fury that indicates the strain he's been under while she's been asleep. He was sure she'd wake up again, though. The death of his mate fortunately did not even cross his thoughts, thanks to a mixture of faith in her toughness and Tumbuiza's restrain. The healer never told Elim' how serious Waset's situation is.
Voices.. That's all Almasi can here, she isn't sure who they are an doesn't care, not like she understands what is being said to start with. Another faint mew escapes the girl while her forepaws are tucked close to her chest while she wiggles about again until she feels her siblings form which happens to her her sister an finally relax once more. The simplest movement's is hard for her, which is rather normal for newborns just means more problems for her seeing how small she is.
Largely unaware of his surroundings--save for the warmth at his back, of course, and how much it hurts to wriggle around too much--Amahl is oblivious to his father's anxious stare. He's oblivious, even, when his mother cries out; his ears are still closed, deaf to the world, and when he stirs again, his breathing becoming more laboured for a few minutes, it's entirely coincidental. However, he stills after he's shifted a bit; getting there was uncomfortable, but this position seems to be a bit better for him.
Relief is felt at the sound of her mate's voice, and the touch of his tongue across her face is comforting. Deep down, however, Waset is /scared/. The healer may not have told Elimnyama the enormity of the situation, but the barbary herself is aware of it. She can /feel/ it. Death is there and whispering sultry promises of feeling perfectly fine once again if she just let's go and relaxes. But there is another voice - one that sounds quite a bit like Msasi, now that she thinks about it - scolding her for even /considering/ the other option and barking orders at her to GET UP NOW YOU HAVE A MATE AND CUBS AND PRIDE. But she is afraid. She doesn't /want/ to die, after all. It's a scary feeling to not have any energy, to not even have the strength to want to life her head to look at her newborn children. "Baba, I..." But she trails off abruptly at Almasi's little mewlings, taking those sounds to heart and memorizing them, even though she doesn't know the cub they belong to. And, now that she thinks about it, she can feel the other cubs cuddled against her, including Amahl against her hindleg. They're her /babies/. She's a mother. It's enough to make her cry with joy.. if she had the strength to be able to summon any tears. Waset listens for another long moment, making sure that none of their little cries sound distressed before she continues speaking. "Baba. If.. if I die" She pauses for a half a second, but presses on. It's a scary word to linger on. "I want you.. to know something." Suddenly, it's /very important/ to tell him all sorts of things. She fears what will happen the next time she slips unconscious. Fear and panic grip her heart.. there's /so/ much to say!
It's probably just all the tension he's had for the past day, the indescribable ache of being useless to help your own children -- it's all taking it's toll on Elim', so that when Waset murmurs something about dying, the lion blinks and then breaks into a soft peal of weak laughter. "Waset, you're not going t'/die/," he retorts, though he sounds more reproachful than amused in any way. What's she talking about? She's just /tired/ from running halfway across Africa and then having seven- .. six cubs! But the longer he looks at her, the weaker his chuckles become until he's silent once again, a deep frown on his face. "No," he says softly, under his breath, then louder, "No! /No/, you're not gonna DIE!" He's on his paws now and breathing rather heavily considering all he's done for the past few hours is sit and stare. He takes a step back, staring down at Waset, then moves forward again uncertainly, the picture of denial. She can't be serious.. There's no way she could be DYING. It's not possible! For a few fleeting seconds, the look on Elim's face, the way his eyes snap toward the cave's mouth and back, it looks almost as though he's thinking of just turning and running - and it's true, for one wild moment the thought occurred to him, that he could just run and get anywhere else, because if he did that then somehow THIS would not happen. But love and duty hold him steady, and he just stares down at her.. then without warning force him down to the floor beside her face, the pain so desperate that he can do nothing but press his cheek against hers, his dark figure beginning to shudder through inaudible sobs.
While Amahl's senses are rather limited at the moment, the tremors that pass through Elimnyama's body reach him, although in much more muted form, through his mother. It's not much, but it's enough to make the boy stir, and he nuzzles restlessly into Waset's stomach, a tiny paw pressing awkwardly into the warm skin by his face. Ignorant to the gravity of the situation, he's concerned primarily about the fact that his stomach hurts, and that the shaking he can feel is alarming. He makes a sound similar to Almasi's, now, but his is distressed; he hasn't got the faintest clue what's /causing/ it, and it worries him.
Because this is fun. The last thing one ever wants to tell the love of their life is 'ohyeahhey! I'm DYING!' Waset's gaze follows Elimnyama's movement, sorrow reflected in the depths of her eyes. When the lion finally settles beside her she presses her cheek back against his, eyes closing briefly. She'd be sobbing if she could summon the energy for tears. As it is, her breathing becomes ragged - from emotion rather than difficulty breathing - and when she speaks her tone is choked, as if she's speaking around something lodged in her throat. "Baba.. I'm sorry.." For many things, of course, but most of all for /this/. It's bad enough their cubs couldn't have been born at a normal time and that they've already lost one, he shouldn't have to deal with the possible death of his mate at the same time. "I haven't been.. a good queen. Never expected to.. t'have to. And then.. we were.. but I never wanted to share.. you with a whole pride.. or if you had.. to have cubs with.. other lionesses and I wasn't sure.. that I liked it." She pauses, but only briefly. It's just easier to keep going now that she's started talking, and while she still has the strength to speak. "But if.. something happens.." She doesn't say 'die' again, just because it sounds so ominous. "..I want you to.. take another mate. And.. make sure you.. give the cubs good names..."
He buries his face against the side of her neck, continuing to tremble as his lungs convulse and tears roll slowly off the fur of his cheeks, down the side of his muzzle and drip from his chin. The uneven noise of her breathing is a sound that may haunt him for the rest of his life, if she dies, far more than will her words. Hearing what she says, Elim' cries all the harder though still in silence but for a muffled gasp whenever he needs to breathe. "Gods, Waset," he whispers, his eyes shut tight and his head shaking slightly. "You're so.. stupid.." Elim' coughs, and in so doing he utters something like a weak, watery laugh as he nuzzles hard against her. "You're stupid! You're the only one I could -ever- be with. They can all go to Aitan for their cubs; I'm yours, only yours. You don't have to share. Gods know I don't want to share -you-. We'll made a terrible mess of being rulers, I know it, but Waset.. you've gotta be there, you've got to make a mess of things with me. You've gotta be there to see your babies grow up and live their lives." Elim' faulters, choked by grief. "I- I can't tell them they killed their momma, I /can't/. Waset.. I can't do anything without you. Please, don't leave me." As if she has a choice.. but what can you expect a man to say in his position..
Waset, Queen of Tyne, unconscious after the birth of her cubs
Elimnyama, King of Tyne, strained to the limits
Almasi, Tyne Princess, cute as a button
Stara, Tyne Princess, also cute as a button
Amahl, Tyne Prince, defying nature by not dying!
Summary: After the Tyne royal cubs were born in Kivuli, attended by Tumbuiza, Waset slips in and out of awareness as she struggles to beat death. Elimnyama learns how desperate the situation is and must face the possibility of losing his mate and the mother of his extremely fragile cubs. The cubs show the first real signs of life as their mother conveys desperate information to their father.
Logfile from Sunrise. 04/04/07
[Kivuli] Mountain Cavern
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| ~*~ Mountain Cavern ~*~ |
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| While the heart of the Kivuli lands is in the middle of the valley, the |
| heart of the Kivuli Pride is inside this cavern. And a large cavern it |
| is - not huge, but large - big enough to give shelter to a healthy-sized |
| pride of lions. The floor is of stone. The same, silvery-grey stone that |
| can be found anywhere in the lands. The walls and the ceiling match it, |
| bare and almost slippery. A few, tiny ledges and loose rocks can be found |
| near the corners, though, but otherwise it's a beautiful cave. Lion fur, |
| as well as the bones and remains of old carcasses and other things can be |
| seen littered upon the ground, and the scent of lions is very strong here. |
| |
| The cave mouth is large, allowing a great deal of light to enter the |
| cave. It's especially beautiful in the evening, when one can see the red |
| light of the sunset on the western horizon, casting its glow into the |
| cavern and across the cliff. However, at night, the cavern tends to be |
| cold, as the night chill easily finds its way through the large entrance. |
| In the back of the cave, there is an opening to another, smaller cave. |
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| '@groups Kivuli' for information |
| 'kmap' for Kivuli map; 'gmap' for global map |
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Surprisingly, given that Kivuli (or at least, the Kivuli that Elim' has always heard about) is such a large pride, the little family has been left to their own devices and given plenty of personal space by the denziens of the kingdom ever since the cubs were birthed - which was only a few hours ago. There might be several reasons for this, none of which currently enter into Elim's mind as he sits beside Waset, leaning over her stomach to stare at their little herd of cubs. Elim' himself is a rather imposing creature - while he may not have the bulk of a Barbary, on any given day he looks cross enough to deter even the most curious onlooker.. There is also the fact, which has almost certainly spread through most of Kivuli by now, that the Tynians have suffered the shock and tragedy of losing one of their children. And by the look of that really runty one, the one that was born last, they're preparing to lose a second. Elim' keeps his back to the rest of the cave; his attention is focused intensely on his family, should one of them stir. Just as much effort is put into watching over them as into shutting out of his thoughts the tiny dark heap that lies several feet away, out of view in a shadowy corner: the firstborn, right where Tumbuiza had placed him.
Almasi hasn't done much, well what can she do? The little cub is doing her best to keep alive like the rest of her siblings. She wiggles about some an suddenly finds herself pushed back some from her mother an mews out faintly. Its a rather weak mew while a forepaw half lifts but she just stays there to tired to wiggle around a try to get back where she was it seems.
And perhaps to her father's delight, yet another one of his girls is up, though not very much. A little furball with mostly her father's coat starts to wobble one way and then wobble the other. The air is almost bitter cold through her little nostrils and it's still dark and comforting despite strange smells and noises. Stara manages a bit of movement with a paw and then shortly following, the smallest squeak of a mew before settling her head on some other's fur.
Although the lastborn has been cleaned up by now, the unpleasantness of that clear sac and all the blood groomed from his fur, he doesn't look much better than he did when he did when he first came out; Amahl seems to be slumbering now, but his sleep is restless, punctuated by frequent twitches and occasional noises, quiet and huffing and uncomfortable. He's rolled halfway onto his back, nestling himself against Waset's hindleg, and the dark blotches on his stomach are clearly visible from this angle--it probably hurts to put weight on them. Still, in spite of that, he seems stable enough for now; his breathing, while shallow, is steady.
And as for Tyne's barbary queen? She is still struggling along, fading in and out of consciousness from time to time. All of Waset's strength had gone into getting Kivuli and birthing her cubs. Perhaps she just doesn't have enough left to keep herself alive for long. Thanks to the healers care, her heavy panting breathing has slowed to something closer to normal, though each breath is still uneven, some shallower than others. And the wounds on her side are most likely of no help, any extra strength she may have being sapped by infection. Time will tell when it comes to Waset's life. Some small part of her mind is fighting back against the inviting darkness that death offers; after all, she may have birthed her children, but she's not yet really touched them or kissed them or cuddled them. For the most part, she hasn't even /seen/ them, having been too tired after the first cub or two to lift her head to glance to her belly. For the moment, consciousness does stir within the barbary, though it is a struggle to even open her eyes. "Baba?!" Elimnyama's nickname comes out as a strangled gasp.. although whether it is because her breathing is off or because she isn't sure where her mate is, is unknown.
The king pulls in a sharp breath of air through his teeth, resulting in something between a gasp and a hiss, as he spots signs of life below him. Excitement and alarm surge into him, closing on his heart until he can feel his own pulse in his ears, but there is not yet that warm feeling of relief. No, not until he knows one way or the other which cubs will live and which cubs will die. It's heartbreaking to say the least, but Elim' can't bring himself to sigh and bask in the happiness of a new father's pride. He leans further over Waset, draping his mane over her back and side, as he stoops to get a closer look at the ones that are moving. Two of the little girls that, underneath all his stress and heartbreak, he's thrilled to have, and-- a frown greets the tortured movements of that smallest boy. Feeling his mouth getting drier the longer he looks, Elim' reaverts his eyes to the girls and ventures a hesitant smile. Then Waset stirs and he's back to her head almost instantly. "I'm here," Elim' assures, his own voice very hoarse. He crouches and begins to groom her face with the kind of fury that indicates the strain he's been under while she's been asleep. He was sure she'd wake up again, though. The death of his mate fortunately did not even cross his thoughts, thanks to a mixture of faith in her toughness and Tumbuiza's restrain. The healer never told Elim' how serious Waset's situation is.
Voices.. That's all Almasi can here, she isn't sure who they are an doesn't care, not like she understands what is being said to start with. Another faint mew escapes the girl while her forepaws are tucked close to her chest while she wiggles about again until she feels her siblings form which happens to her her sister an finally relax once more. The simplest movement's is hard for her, which is rather normal for newborns just means more problems for her seeing how small she is.
Largely unaware of his surroundings--save for the warmth at his back, of course, and how much it hurts to wriggle around too much--Amahl is oblivious to his father's anxious stare. He's oblivious, even, when his mother cries out; his ears are still closed, deaf to the world, and when he stirs again, his breathing becoming more laboured for a few minutes, it's entirely coincidental. However, he stills after he's shifted a bit; getting there was uncomfortable, but this position seems to be a bit better for him.
Relief is felt at the sound of her mate's voice, and the touch of his tongue across her face is comforting. Deep down, however, Waset is /scared/. The healer may not have told Elimnyama the enormity of the situation, but the barbary herself is aware of it. She can /feel/ it. Death is there and whispering sultry promises of feeling perfectly fine once again if she just let's go and relaxes. But there is another voice - one that sounds quite a bit like Msasi, now that she thinks about it - scolding her for even /considering/ the other option and barking orders at her to GET UP NOW YOU HAVE A MATE AND CUBS AND PRIDE. But she is afraid. She doesn't /want/ to die, after all. It's a scary feeling to not have any energy, to not even have the strength to want to life her head to look at her newborn children. "Baba, I..." But she trails off abruptly at Almasi's little mewlings, taking those sounds to heart and memorizing them, even though she doesn't know the cub they belong to. And, now that she thinks about it, she can feel the other cubs cuddled against her, including Amahl against her hindleg. They're her /babies/. She's a mother. It's enough to make her cry with joy.. if she had the strength to be able to summon any tears. Waset listens for another long moment, making sure that none of their little cries sound distressed before she continues speaking. "Baba. If.. if I die" She pauses for a half a second, but presses on. It's a scary word to linger on. "I want you.. to know something." Suddenly, it's /very important/ to tell him all sorts of things. She fears what will happen the next time she slips unconscious. Fear and panic grip her heart.. there's /so/ much to say!
It's probably just all the tension he's had for the past day, the indescribable ache of being useless to help your own children -- it's all taking it's toll on Elim', so that when Waset murmurs something about dying, the lion blinks and then breaks into a soft peal of weak laughter. "Waset, you're not going t'/die/," he retorts, though he sounds more reproachful than amused in any way. What's she talking about? She's just /tired/ from running halfway across Africa and then having seven- .. six cubs! But the longer he looks at her, the weaker his chuckles become until he's silent once again, a deep frown on his face. "No," he says softly, under his breath, then louder, "No! /No/, you're not gonna DIE!" He's on his paws now and breathing rather heavily considering all he's done for the past few hours is sit and stare. He takes a step back, staring down at Waset, then moves forward again uncertainly, the picture of denial. She can't be serious.. There's no way she could be DYING. It's not possible! For a few fleeting seconds, the look on Elim's face, the way his eyes snap toward the cave's mouth and back, it looks almost as though he's thinking of just turning and running - and it's true, for one wild moment the thought occurred to him, that he could just run and get anywhere else, because if he did that then somehow THIS would not happen. But love and duty hold him steady, and he just stares down at her.. then without warning force him down to the floor beside her face, the pain so desperate that he can do nothing but press his cheek against hers, his dark figure beginning to shudder through inaudible sobs.
While Amahl's senses are rather limited at the moment, the tremors that pass through Elimnyama's body reach him, although in much more muted form, through his mother. It's not much, but it's enough to make the boy stir, and he nuzzles restlessly into Waset's stomach, a tiny paw pressing awkwardly into the warm skin by his face. Ignorant to the gravity of the situation, he's concerned primarily about the fact that his stomach hurts, and that the shaking he can feel is alarming. He makes a sound similar to Almasi's, now, but his is distressed; he hasn't got the faintest clue what's /causing/ it, and it worries him.
Because this is fun. The last thing one ever wants to tell the love of their life is 'ohyeahhey! I'm DYING!' Waset's gaze follows Elimnyama's movement, sorrow reflected in the depths of her eyes. When the lion finally settles beside her she presses her cheek back against his, eyes closing briefly. She'd be sobbing if she could summon the energy for tears. As it is, her breathing becomes ragged - from emotion rather than difficulty breathing - and when she speaks her tone is choked, as if she's speaking around something lodged in her throat. "Baba.. I'm sorry.." For many things, of course, but most of all for /this/. It's bad enough their cubs couldn't have been born at a normal time and that they've already lost one, he shouldn't have to deal with the possible death of his mate at the same time. "I haven't been.. a good queen. Never expected to.. t'have to. And then.. we were.. but I never wanted to share.. you with a whole pride.. or if you had.. to have cubs with.. other lionesses and I wasn't sure.. that I liked it." She pauses, but only briefly. It's just easier to keep going now that she's started talking, and while she still has the strength to speak. "But if.. something happens.." She doesn't say 'die' again, just because it sounds so ominous. "..I want you to.. take another mate. And.. make sure you.. give the cubs good names..."
He buries his face against the side of her neck, continuing to tremble as his lungs convulse and tears roll slowly off the fur of his cheeks, down the side of his muzzle and drip from his chin. The uneven noise of her breathing is a sound that may haunt him for the rest of his life, if she dies, far more than will her words. Hearing what she says, Elim' cries all the harder though still in silence but for a muffled gasp whenever he needs to breathe. "Gods, Waset," he whispers, his eyes shut tight and his head shaking slightly. "You're so.. stupid.." Elim' coughs, and in so doing he utters something like a weak, watery laugh as he nuzzles hard against her. "You're stupid! You're the only one I could -ever- be with. They can all go to Aitan for their cubs; I'm yours, only yours. You don't have to share. Gods know I don't want to share -you-. We'll made a terrible mess of being rulers, I know it, but Waset.. you've gotta be there, you've got to make a mess of things with me. You've gotta be there to see your babies grow up and live their lives." Elim' faulters, choked by grief. "I- I can't tell them they killed their momma, I /can't/. Waset.. I can't do anything without you. Please, don't leave me." As if she has a choice.. but what can you expect a man to say in his position..
