Dreamed Into Life

[Ravna]

She doesn't know. She has no idea what that mark means. Self-conscious, keeping her right side toward Illiana so she can't see the twin on Ravna's own left hip, she slips into the water, adding bubble bath to it and purfumed oil so it smells nice and occludes vision in the water. 

"Let me wash you," she says, a little roughly. 

[Illianna]

I sigh to tired to care how quickly she's changed from shouting at me to codling me in her own way. I sigh slipping int to warm water as stress leaches from my muscles. I mon gently as my body relaxes. "This was a good idea"

[Ravna]

Ravna picks up the soaked cloth, adding a little soap and moving to gently wash Illiana's back. She scrubs extra hard at the birthmark, but it does't come off, it's just a mark. Moving on, she hums to herself as she works. 

[Illianna]

"My mother told me one day I should bide gully with good oats sail to distant shores. Stand upon the prow noble borg I steer steady corse to the haven hue many foe man" I sing the tune she's humming it's an old song my gran taught me long ago

[Ravna]

Ravna, surprised, joins in, singing in her own language -- and it rhymes better there, clearly that's the original. 

[Illianna]

I smile relaxing into her touch. "I didn't know it was translated into two rivers" I say smiling

[Ravna]

"Translated? That's a song of our people from yore. I don't know how yo ulearned it."

[Illianna]

"My gran thought me they sing it in Moldova. It's one of the few things she learned before the missionaries rescued her from a life of sin"

[Ravna]

"Moldovia split off from... let's see... Standing Stones. That's the clan. They split off from Standing Stones some hundreds of years ago. Perhaps the song is that old?"

[Illianna]

I shrug "I don't really know she never really talked about it. She just told me to never be ashamed of my curse since it can help people. She thought me to control it and block out the noise of the plants so I can live a normal life. She never really talked about life before the missionaries and the crusades. Just shared enough so the language didn't die with her." I turn slowly to face her. "It's likely our child will bear the same curse, before I was thought to suppress it my magic was wild, it's probably best if once their born we go away until their old enough to manage it lest someone get hurt."there's heavy sadness in my gut and my voice at the thought of leaving her side, but I'm more afraid that with her Magic's and mine combined our child will be to wild to control and they could hurt her, that's worth leaving for and only for three long years will we be exiled. I can bear that for her safety

[Ravna]

"It's not a curse," she growls. "And you're not going anywhere."

[Illianna]

I shake my head gently. "Perhaps you're right, it did bring you back" I smile reaching out to stroke her face but stoping half way and turning away instead. I can't let her see how much she means to me when I know my only worth to her is my womb

[Ravna]

Ravna sighs, handing over the cloth. "You can do your front," she growls. 

[Illianna]

I take the cloth and take time and care to get every inch of me. I hesitate a moment and then walk back to her "turn around so I can get your back please."  I say gently

[Ravna]

Ravna hesitates. She's your mate, she tells herself. She won't hurt you. She can't. 

Reluctantly, she turns.