Citizen
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Magically altered human
Gender: Female
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Rosewyn Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 13:06:23 GMT -8
It had been a very stressful time recently in New Arisalon. Rosewyn Kaliba found herself getting very little sleep as of late with everything that needed to be done. There had been the destruction of the Paxium to clean up, along with the collateral damage that had taken place to such establishments as the Little Wing dance hall. There had then been the riot in the Tenements, which were still trying to recover. Rosewyn visited the sector occasionally, offering what assistance she could in the way of supplies and healing.
There were also her family's personal problems. The Imperator, the removal of the Darklight. Rosewyn had sent one of her most trusted servants to the Capital with funds to deposit into the Marchant's Bank and to purchase a home for her family in the event that they could not keep hold of New Arisalon. It was exhausting.
And yet, even now she still made time for her family. She had dinner with Victor and Verity every evening, she met regularly with Laelia, doted upon her grandchildren Zephyr and Elyn and ensured her stepson Reign continued to heal. Continuing along that trend, Rosewyn knew that Shelzi was heavily pregnant. Knowing what that felt like, Rosewyn now paid a visit to Shelzi with tea, baked goods and a few other things that might make this last stretch of pregnancy less uncomfortable for the woman.
With a bag in hand, Rosewyn raised her hand to knock lightly at the door, loud enough that if Shelzi were awake, it would be heard. However, if Shelzi were sleeping, Rosewyn would prefer to let her rest.
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Ascended
gender: Female
status: offline
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Post by Shelzi on Jul 1, 2017 14:32:04 GMT -8
She'd always been a thinker.
When she was very young she'd find little private nooks and special places to disappear in just so she could spend some time away from the eyes and invasive feelings of others. Away from the world for that brief period she could relax and spend a while sorting out her own thoughts and feelings. It was the only time she could be certain how she felt about anything. Eventually she mastered control over her personal shields and fallen out of the habit.
This pregnancy was proving particularly challenging, however. It wasn't surprising, she was older and had gone through so much... And this child was special. She had to shield herself and their unborn daughter at all times, and currently a third, larger shield to encompass them both since Reign was injured. It was exhausting. And she loved it.
Who would have thought it would be Reign Kaliba who taught her how to belong to a family? She had sisters, but sisters through magic, not blood, and none of them grew up together or with their mother. It meant they were on their own when it came to learning how to do the whole family thing. She was fairly sure Sinead was the only one of them who'd figured it out with any type of success.
It was Reign who led her down this path, who showed her how to care about the family you chose, not just the one you were born in to. They were a family of gods and goddesses, leaders and dictators, world changers and destroyers. It was impossible for her to separate the two families now. The trees had merged at more than one point.
It meant inviting family over for dinner once in a while. Celebrating birthdays. Anniversaries. Milestones and special achievements. Bringing Elyn by to see her Aunt Laelia and cousin Zephyr during Yule. Taking soup to Sinead if one of her brood got sick (or there was simply too much of it and Reign refused to have it for dinner for yet another night in a row.)
It meant you gathered together when one of you died, or died-enough-to-count-it-this-time. It meant she was sitting in a rocker within a New Arisalon Palace suite, staring into space with the knitting forgotten on her lap while she fretted whether The Talk with Elyn had done any good at all and if Rosewyn was too upset with everything happening to ask for her advice on it.
Someone had knocked, hadn't they?
She sat the knitting aside and performed the amazing feat of push/shove/wobble to get out of the chair. She waddled to the door and her tender amusement at toll this was taking on her already-tiny stock of gracefulness added a soft glow to the smile she answered the door with. "Rosewyn! I should be bringing things to your door, not the other way around!" she protested affectionately, already opening the door wider and stepping back in invitation.
Rosewyn was older than her and had been a matronly figure in her life since she was barely sixteen. She knew Shelzi's story, perhaps better than Shelzi did herself. There were great gaps in her memories during her times as goddess. Rosewyn was someone she respected and admired in numerous ways. It always made her a little self-conscious and she had to fight the impulse to be too eager-to-please.
"How are you? Are you remembering to eat?" she fussed, giving the other woman an assessing look as she went to fetch the tea set from the side table. Shelzi knew she looked like a very pregnant small woman, a grape on a splinter an old priestess used to say. One with darker circles than usual beneath her eyes and worry lines creasing her brow. But still able to smile, and relaxed enough to offer tea before setting into a barrage of healer-type questions.
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Citizen
gender: Female
status: offline
Race: Magically altered human
Gender: Female
Clan/Family: Kaliba
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Post by Rosewyn Kaliba on Jul 2, 2017 17:49:30 GMT -8
When Shelzi opened the door, Rosewyn's eyes took in the condition of the other woman. In particular, her gaze dropped down to the swollen belly heavy with child. Rosewyn couldn't help but chuckle with disbelief and amusement, along with a great deal of endearment. "Please. You are so, so pregnant, Shelzi, it's my pleasure to bring things to your door." She would step inside when invited and grace Shelzi with a kiss upon each cheek.
"I am as well as I possibly can be, and believe me when I say that I am not allowed to forget to eat." She said with a smile. Trust Shelzi to be worried about someone else when she was near-ready to give birth. Rosewyn nearly protested Shelzi's offer of tea, but before she could voice it, the tea was already in her hand.
"Thank you, Shelzi." She said before taking a tentative sip of the tea to test its temperature. "But I didn't come here to talk about myself. I came here for you. How are you feeling? Are you comfortable? The weather is rather warm, and I know how unbearable that can be when pregnant. How are you sleeping?"
Lifting the bag into her lap, she began to retrieve items from it. "I've brought a few things that helped me when I was pregnant. Perhaps they might help you." A few salves and tinctures were withdrawn from the bag. "This one is to help relax you to help you sleep. It smells lovely, like lavender and chamomile. This one contains eucalyptus among other things and it was my best friend when my feet and legs felt like they were swollen and on fire. It has a cooling effect I found very soothing. Here is a tea for nausea." Her voice quietened, expression taking on a smile of conspiracy as she pulled a small cloth and passed it forward. "And cookies. Don't tell Elyn. She'll want to eat them all."
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