Artemis Tuuri
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Artemis gently shook the vial in her hand and watched it quietly as it turned a vibrant pink. Well, there it was. After a few odd evenings of nausea (something she'd experienced perhaps five times in her life) and some annoying headaches, the part-goblin had her suspicions, but she skipped her monthlies as neatly as if it were planned, and then she got brewing. She didn't tell Kellin about her suspicions; no use upsetting her poor boyfriend (Boyfriend! Lord help her if she'd fallen pregnant before they'd even thought about marriage). The elfin girl just got down to it, puttering around her garden and raiding her mother's stores for ingredients.
The evidence was in as a purple, iridescent solution would have meant an empty womb. Pink seemed prophetic towards having a girl, but in reality it could always be either. Art swirled the vial again and decided she decided it was to be a boy, though she'd no basis for that assumption. Still, it would be something to joke about with Kellin. Oh, Kellin, sighed Artemis inwardly in concern. I hope he doesn't puke as much as I've been doin'.
Her boyfriend had made himself a permanent fixture in the large family home. Her mother was away in England sorting out her twin sister's affairs (poor Aunt Bonnie - sixty-four was a decent age to pop ones clogs, but she'd missed her first niece!) so they'd had the house to themselves. Her part-goblin partner had taken very well to her ark of animals and helped as best he could, but his version of 'helping' often ended up hindering as the crup puppies got too worked up to be fed.
"Cherub?" called Artemis up the stairs, vial clutched in one tiny fist. "Are ye up there with Snores? Can ye come down, a minute?"
The evidence was in as a purple, iridescent solution would have meant an empty womb. Pink seemed prophetic towards having a girl, but in reality it could always be either. Art swirled the vial again and decided she decided it was to be a boy, though she'd no basis for that assumption. Still, it would be something to joke about with Kellin. Oh, Kellin, sighed Artemis inwardly in concern. I hope he doesn't puke as much as I've been doin'.
Her boyfriend had made himself a permanent fixture in the large family home. Her mother was away in England sorting out her twin sister's affairs (poor Aunt Bonnie - sixty-four was a decent age to pop ones clogs, but she'd missed her first niece!) so they'd had the house to themselves. Her part-goblin partner had taken very well to her ark of animals and helped as best he could, but his version of 'helping' often ended up hindering as the crup puppies got too worked up to be fed.
"Cherub?" called Artemis up the stairs, vial clutched in one tiny fist. "Are ye up there with Snores? Can ye come down, a minute?"