40th Saun717
It punctuated her every thought, like a comma or a full stop which must exist in each sentence. I'm pregnant. Like the notation for addition, subtraction,division or multiplication in a written sum given by a maths tutor near an arc ago, it was there in every task, each step dictated by it. I'm going to have a baby like something which had always been there, was fundamental to her and yet which no one save very few knew. She and Padraig were having a baby, a child conceived in love. It was more overwhelming than anything she had ever experienced in her life, and Faith had been in situations which were, at their core, all encompassing.
This, though? There was nothing like this.
Things had been so strange in the last two seasons. The season before, she had been kidnapped and Faith knew, she knew that she wasn't dealing with that, she hadn't dealt with it. When she thought about it.. Faith shook her head and pushed it away. No. She wasn't thinking about it, not now. Not ever. What had happened on the mountains of Scalvoris had left a deep scar in the young woman but, as yet, she would not recognise it or even acknowledge it.
If she acted like everything was fine, then it would be.
It didn't fool Padraig, she knew. But then, he was doing just the same and they both knew it. They would deal with it, together, when they were ready to. Not a bit before and not a trill after, so there was no point worrying about it. She had, after all, other things to worry about. Like this child growing inside her, due to be born in Cylus. It was cold in Cylus and Faith knew that she needed to get going now on making things. They could afford to buy things, there was no doubting it ~ but she didn't want to. She wanted to make things. Clothes and blankets, bedding and toys, all the things she had put into lists some time before when she first found out she was pregnant.
The young woman went to the drawers where she kept her materials, yarn and so on and she looked at what she had. Then, she got started. When she had been in Tristan's ownership, Lady Elyna had been pregnant and Faith, as a slave, had not been able to own anything. So, as a gift to the noble lady, Faith had written out a number of patterns for baby clothing. Knitted, crocheted and sewn, her blessing from Vri meant that she was able to remember them exactly and so she did not need to go out and buy any patterns or visit the library. Still, what she did was open up on of the empty journals she had and she started by carefully writing out the pattern she was about to follow.
What she would do, Faith decided, was start with hats, mittens and small boots. They were quick to make up and they would be able to be stored. Also, she could make them in set with small jackets and they would be pretty. The issue, of course, was that she did not know whether she was having a boy or a girl so she decided that she was going to make plain, non-adorned pieces, with patterns in them. Delicate lace patterns, just on the brim or along one side of a hat, on the edgings of boots and the cuff of mittens which carried over to the waistband of a small jacket, for example, made a pretty set.
So, that was where she started.
This, though? There was nothing like this.
Things had been so strange in the last two seasons. The season before, she had been kidnapped and Faith knew, she knew that she wasn't dealing with that, she hadn't dealt with it. When she thought about it.. Faith shook her head and pushed it away. No. She wasn't thinking about it, not now. Not ever. What had happened on the mountains of Scalvoris had left a deep scar in the young woman but, as yet, she would not recognise it or even acknowledge it.
If she acted like everything was fine, then it would be.
It didn't fool Padraig, she knew. But then, he was doing just the same and they both knew it. They would deal with it, together, when they were ready to. Not a bit before and not a trill after, so there was no point worrying about it. She had, after all, other things to worry about. Like this child growing inside her, due to be born in Cylus. It was cold in Cylus and Faith knew that she needed to get going now on making things. They could afford to buy things, there was no doubting it ~ but she didn't want to. She wanted to make things. Clothes and blankets, bedding and toys, all the things she had put into lists some time before when she first found out she was pregnant.
The young woman went to the drawers where she kept her materials, yarn and so on and she looked at what she had. Then, she got started. When she had been in Tristan's ownership, Lady Elyna had been pregnant and Faith, as a slave, had not been able to own anything. So, as a gift to the noble lady, Faith had written out a number of patterns for baby clothing. Knitted, crocheted and sewn, her blessing from Vri meant that she was able to remember them exactly and so she did not need to go out and buy any patterns or visit the library. Still, what she did was open up on of the empty journals she had and she started by carefully writing out the pattern she was about to follow.
What she would do, Faith decided, was start with hats, mittens and small boots. They were quick to make up and they would be able to be stored. Also, she could make them in set with small jackets and they would be pretty. The issue, of course, was that she did not know whether she was having a boy or a girl so she decided that she was going to make plain, non-adorned pieces, with patterns in them. Delicate lace patterns, just on the brim or along one side of a hat, on the edgings of boots and the cuff of mittens which carried over to the waistband of a small jacket, for example, made a pretty set.
So, that was where she started.
