The child within me grew at an alarming rate over the next few weeks, and I began to have nightmares about its appearance. That, combined with the pain of my lower back, strange zaps from my skin where it was forced to stretch so quickly, and the uncomfortable kicks aimed at all parts of my insides, left me exhausted and grumpy. Not even Stolas with his healing chamber nor healing abilities could make it better for long.
“At this rate, you’ll probably deliver before the first snow,” Stolas told me one afternoon as he laid a plate of food in front of me.
“Good.” I grumbled, pulling the thin blanket I had around my shoulders tighter. It was beginning to get cold, but Stolas’ house and gardens were unaffected. They were the same cool temperature all year round apparently. Me? I was
