Taking hold of Ursula’s ice-cold fingers Elladora racked her brain, trying to remember the specifics. She had said a lot of things that day, and more since then that she never expected to hear coming from her own lips, but what was it that could offer Ursula some comfort at the moment? She knew what she would want to hear, so perhaps it was best to try that?
“I said that you’re one of us and therefore stronger than the rest of the chattel in this world,” placing one hand over Ursula’s forehead she could feel the heat of her skin, how clammy she was becoming and Elladora vowed she would mount the elf’s head on a wall if he didn’t return quickly with help.
“And I still mean it, you just have to be stronger than ever before.”
On one point though she couldn’t argue with Ursula at all – this was certainly the nightmare, or some version of it, and it was so much worse than Elladora had imagined.
The stain seeped across the sheet rapidly then, a grim soup of dark blood and Ursula’s waters finally breaking, but Ella was quite sure something was seriously wrong. Oh Merlin’s balls, was she going to have to deliver this child herself!?
"I think it's coming now."
fabulous set by Lady <3