soul phrase — episode 90 | @devourersofgods
EVEN AMIDST THE STILLNESS OF (GENTLE) NIGHT, ONLY FEW KNEW OF THE STORM THAT RAGED WITHIN THE WALLS ——— the (fateful) beginnings of a new chapter in their lives left exposed in the aftermath.
In keeping the Princess occupied beforehand until she’d fallen asleep, she had saved her from listening to her mother’s incessant wailing from the other room; a feat she still questioned the success of, but complained little about in the grand scheme. Such screams were unlike anything Maya had ever heard before, and it took everything out of her at the time to not rush out the door in fear for Mana’s life.
But Mana’s soul was ever resilient, even as she laid in bed to recover her strength and spirit; frazzled, sweaty, and exhausted from her ordeal. Seemingly lifeless, yet still breathing fine amidst her slumber.
Slumber that would—for a time—keep her from gazing upon the very child she’d managed to bring into the world after a night so unbearably long; a small, fragile little thing, largely obscured from view by a soft white blanket that Soren had wrapped around them. Appearing at peace, and making hardly any noise.
…One look at the other viera’s face told her that it took an awful lot to get to that point, though.
And so, to try her best in easing her own worries, the mage tried to first ask a likely necessary question to her dear friend.
“…Are you…okay?”















