It felt strange, in a detached way, to be carried by Raiha and to have just had a child. The Akontak was strong, and far taller than Kavala, for certain. The Konti often felt small beside her friend. But there was something here, and even as her gnosis mark glowed and started to unconsciously heal the wounds the Konti bled from, she learned something supported on Raiha's back and holding her own child.
She was surrounded by love. It wasn't the empty love of lust or the sharp pain of desire resulting in gratification and then empty longing. It was a true and wondrous love that welled up from someplace inside her as she stared at the child in her arms. It might have been the exhaustion, for she barely registered Raiha redressing her or hoisting her up. She barely understood why she'd ran to the sea for comfort and to give birth, for the son had appeared easily there, despite her struggles, breathing through gills no male should have.
Kavala barely understood in that moment that her son was special, like Raiha was special, and that no one or nothing could ever change that. He wasn't Akalak like his father. No, he was something more, something better because of Kavala's blood. He was an Akontak and while he had entered the world in a moment of madness, he'd been rescued by one sent to guide him where his mother could not.
Kavala's eyes drifted closed, even as she recognized this in the way a person has perfect clarity in the face of a crisis being over. She smiled then, relaxed fully, and clung harder to the child even as she drifted to sleep with the gentle motion of Raiha's walking.
She woke briefly, only long enough to mutter something slightly to Raiha. It sounded like a thank you, though the last part was the only real coherent bit to her slurred sleep induced voice.
"His name is Tasival." She said softly, touching her son carefully even as the Akontak carried them both.
She was surrounded by love. It wasn't the empty love of lust or the sharp pain of desire resulting in gratification and then empty longing. It was a true and wondrous love that welled up from someplace inside her as she stared at the child in her arms. It might have been the exhaustion, for she barely registered Raiha redressing her or hoisting her up. She barely understood why she'd ran to the sea for comfort and to give birth, for the son had appeared easily there, despite her struggles, breathing through gills no male should have.
Kavala barely understood in that moment that her son was special, like Raiha was special, and that no one or nothing could ever change that. He wasn't Akalak like his father. No, he was something more, something better because of Kavala's blood. He was an Akontak and while he had entered the world in a moment of madness, he'd been rescued by one sent to guide him where his mother could not.
Kavala's eyes drifted closed, even as she recognized this in the way a person has perfect clarity in the face of a crisis being over. She smiled then, relaxed fully, and clung harder to the child even as she drifted to sleep with the gentle motion of Raiha's walking.
She woke briefly, only long enough to mutter something slightly to Raiha. It sounded like a thank you, though the last part was the only real coherent bit to her slurred sleep induced voice.
"His name is Tasival." She said softly, touching her son carefully even as the Akontak carried them both.
