{"id":3247,"date":"2017-06-05T00:00:27","date_gmt":"2017-06-05T04:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3247"},"modified":"2017-06-04T21:24:30","modified_gmt":"2017-06-05T01:24:30","slug":"twelve-04-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3247","title":{"rendered":"Twelve – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Leinth’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWas he out there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Neve nodded in response to Leinth\u2019s question, slowly sitting down across from her at the small table in the tent where they\u2019d been sorting through salvaged books. Leinth quirked a brow at her, studying her face for a few long moments.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou seem tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am tired,\u201d Neve said, propping her chin up on a hand. \u201cI\u2019m always tired. I have a feeling that\u2019s going to be my default state of being until these two are at least fifteen.\u201d She ran a hand up and down her distended belly. Leinth smiled faintly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s possible,\u201d she agreed, setting aside the stack of notecards she\u2019d been writing on. They\u2019d resorted to old-fashioned card catalogues to keep the books straight, but they were still trying to inventory them all before putting them into any sort of real organization. It was a project that Neve and Marin had spearheaded with help from Leinth, Jacqueline, and some of the others, one that Leinth had found particularly relaxing\u2014and enlightening, all things considered.<\/p>\n

Truth be told, though, she likely should have spent a little less time getting wrapped up in reading mythology books and a little more time actually helping catalogue what they\u2019d salvaged.<\/p>\n

Neve stared at her for a long moment, lips thinning. \u201cWas it like that for you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBeing pregnant. Were you tired all the time?\u201d<\/p>\n

Leinth smiled weakly and shook her head. \u201cIt was a long time ago, Neve. I barely remember what it was like.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words were a lie, though one that came easily but not without a flicker of remorse, of pain. She had discovered her pregnancy after Seamus had been given to the Hunt and she had made her own escape from her father\u2019s court and a thousand eyes that would have been watching. That had been the easier part of it all.<\/p>\n

Keeping herself and the child safe afterwards\u2014that had been the harder part.<\/p>\n

But sometimes, hard things are necessary.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOh,\u201d Neve said softly, then sighed. \u201cWell. At least I\u2019m close, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is that,\u201d Leinth said. She reached across the table and squeezed Neve\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

Neve smiled and she smiled back, giving her arm another squeeze before letting go.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll will be well,\u201d Leinth promised, her voice soft.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you\u2019re right,\u201d Neve said.<\/p>\n

Truth be known, Leinth hoped she was, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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