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piosenniel · 04-19-2003, 04:55 PM

Cami glared up at Piosenniel and implored, "What is happening? Whatever it is, you must stop it. I fear for your husband's life."

Pio clamped her thoughts down tightly once Cami had shown her the dream. She wanted none of her thoughts perceived by her friend. Her face was a study in detachment, though her mind reeled from the darkness of Cami’s dream.

‘I do not know where Mithadan is at the moment,’ she said calmly. ‘But when next I see him, I will tell him of your dream, Cami.’

Pio’s mouth formed a perfect smile, as she looked with concern at her friend. Her hand went to her swollen belly, the smile slowly moving to her eyes as she felt her son kick hard against her side. It faded once again as she glanced back up at Cami, and moved adroitly to change the subject.

‘See how he pushes against me!’ she said, placing Cami’s hand against the thumps of the baby’s feet and the flutters of what must be his tiny hands, as if in caress. ‘Strong, like his atar,’ she said, looking away for a moment, ‘and gentle, too.’

Pio reached her hand out to touch Cami. ‘And your son,’ she said low, ‘have you told his Father of him yet . . .?

04-19-2003, 04:55 PM	#320
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cami glared up at Piosenniel and implored, "What is happening? Whatever it is, you must stop it. I fear for your husband's life." Pio clamped her thoughts down tightly once Cami had shown her the dream. She wanted none of her thoughts perceived by her friend. Her face was a study in detachment, though her mind reeled from the darkness of Cami’s dream. ‘I do not know where Mithadan is at the moment,’ she said calmly. ‘But when next I see him, I will tell him of your dream, Cami.’ Pio’s mouth formed a perfect smile, as she looked with concern at her friend. Her hand went to her swollen belly, the smile slowly moving to her eyes as she felt her son kick hard against her side. It faded once again as she glanced back up at Cami, and moved adroitly to change the subject. ‘See how he pushes against me!’ she said, placing Cami’s hand against the thumps of the baby’s feet and the flutters of what must be his tiny hands, as if in caress. ‘Strong, like his atar,’ she said, looking away for a moment, ‘and gentle, too.’ Pio reached her hand out to touch Cami. ‘And your son,’ she said low, ‘have you told his Father of him yet . . .? __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.