Antonia was all teened up and being Princess Selket’s official Royal Nanny, which was pretty okay because it gets her out of the house sometimes.
Kenza started being cryptic and creepy about looking after Maat, and is probably (slash definitely) Up to Something Very Bad.
Corabella had a wailing baby offscreen that apparently cries a lot and likes to ambiance-bomb the whole damn pyramid.
Jahi was in the basement starving, and Wes ran around being meek and nervous (and a bit soft around the middle).
The whole thing was sort of a huge bummer.
As if being pregnant wasn’t bad enough, being pregnant with twins was probably the worst thing known to womankind.
At least she assumed it was twins; certainly there seemed to be an unusually large number of appendages swatting at her innards, as compared to her first pregnancy.
‘It would be twins,’ she mused bitterly, ‘as if the Idiot Prince would manage to get a sensible number of offspring on me.’
In her months spent with the thieving heathens, Caris had come to expect Aten to cock up pretty much any task she gave him.
Still, despite the circumstances, the Shaman found herself living in comfortable captivity. ‘And the idiot has his uses.’
Aten was surprisingly willing to be solicitous of her, and through him, the vampire seemed forced to comply to her demands.
When she’d complained the tiny mold infested cavern was no fit place to raise her babies, the vampire had acceded to building them proper lodgings.
Now Caris was the matron of her own curious structure the vampire called a “longhouse”.
She had a bed and bathing chamber to herself…
…a fine kitchen for brewing…
…the choicest corner of the grounds for her garden…
…and a handsome male to service any of her baser needs.
The girlchild, Yaretzi, was a surprising delight, with her quick and inquisitive mind; she was eager to learn from the Shaman, and possessed a keen sense for herblore.
Caris hoped the girl might be spared, but, ultimately, that would be for the Goddess to decide.
A weaker-willed woman would surely be tempted to leave things as they were, and settle in; but Caris was a true Servant of Athena…
…and she would not fail in the Sacred Duty entrusted to her.
Octavia: “Hey new fren! You wanna play hide and go seek?”
Jahira: “That’s a game for little kids.”
Octavia: “Nuh uh! My grown up adopted big sis and her boyfriend totes used to play with me all the time!”
Jahira: “Well, why don’t you ask them to play then?”
Octiava: “Khaf would probs play, but adopted big sis is sort of, uh…”
She glanced over to the distinctly round form of Queen Raet waddling across the grounds, “well, more big than she used to be, you know?”
Octavia: “You mad bro?”
Octavia: “Are you, like, you know, all mad about something? Cuz you seem pretty mad.”
Jahira: “Gee, I don’t know, I’ve only been abandoned by my mother with a bunch of strangers in a place I barely remember living…would you be mad?”
Octavia: “Huh, good question!” She plunked herself down next to the sulky teen, “I mean, I don’t even remember my mom; I just kind of arrived here one day, you know? Don’t recall where I was before that, so it was all pretty strange…”
Jahira: “Well, I do recall, and I want to go back; I miss my brother.”
Octavia giggled, “yeah, I’ll bet.”
Jahira had the decency to blush, “it wasn’t like that, not really.”
Octavia: “Hey, no judgsies here new fren; ancient times and whatnot, amirite?” She smiled in that peculiar way of hers, “anyhow, I’m sure it’s worse to be abandoned when you do remember stuff, but if you ever feel like not being all mad slash sad, you know where to find me, okie dokie?”
Jahira: “Yeah, sure.”
Octavia left the mad slash sad newcomer to her own thoughts; it was hard to be the new kid, right? But she really hoped the two of them could be buds!
Not that adopted big sis wasn’t her bud anymore, or the weird blonde lady, or even Khaf and Kal…they were all still cool people, but more busy than normal with grown up stuff.
Baby grown up stuff. Well, okay, not Kal; he’d have to go near a lady first for baby grown up stuff to happen (lol). Anyhow, adopted big sis and weird blonde lady were both getting pretty waddly these days, and no one really said it out loud, but Octavia was no dummy; she knew Kal wasn’t the father of weird blonde lady’s kid.
Jahira watched the other girl skip off and felt a pang of guilt; Octavia was only trying to be friendly, it wasn’t her fault the young Scholar had just lost all her family. Well, okay, not just, it had been some months ago.
But it still fucking hurt.
‘It’s for your own good!’ her mother had said, as she’d left to go home, abandoning her eldest daughter with a bunch of strangers.
Jahira: “Good my ass,” grumbled the teen.
‘I just want to go home.’
The anger had fled, for the most part; now the young woman was only sad more than anything.
‘I miss them; mom and dad, Nafi, Pili, my bestie Cass…even Biter–‘
But there was one person she missed more than anyone else.
Jahira: “I miss you Terry; I wish we could be together again…”
Jahira: “What in fresh hell.”
The library was nearly complete; Temulun knew she ought to be pleased to see her life’s work come to fruition, but her heart was too heavy to properly enjoy her triumph.
Jahira: “I’m sorry, Mom, please! Don’t leave me here!” The girl’s eyes filled with unshed tears, “I promise I’ll never practice kissing ever again, I swear it!”
Temulun: “It’s not a punishment sweetie; this is an opportunity, can’t you see that?” The Scholar sighed, “I should have brought you here sooner, I just got so caught up with the library, and then your father was stolen, and…”
Jahira: “But if I hadn’t been kissing Teremun, this would have never happened!”
Temulun frowned, “yes, it would have; my only regret is that I didn’t bring you here right after your birthday; as my first daughter, being the Scholar of Sima-Mighdall is your birthright.”
The girl sniffled, looking as though her world were coming to a tragic end, “I don’t want a birthright,” she groused, “I want to go home.”
Temulun frowned, shoving a tome into the bookshelf with more violence than it deserved; even now, months later, her daughter’s reticence still stung. Didn’t the girl not see what an honour it was to be the Scholar of the Ancestral Seat of Amazon Al Simhara?
Temulun blamed herself; she should have prepared the child better for the position. The Scholar sighed and wondered, not for the first time since leaving Sima-Mighdall, if she’d made a terrible mistake.
Teremun: “Hey mom, I’m done indexing all the For Dummies volumes, what do you want me to work on next?”
Temulun: “That’s great, sweetie, why don’t you reorganize the section on dung? I’ve been meaning to give that collection an overhaul and–Teremun, are you listening to me?”
Teremun: “Ye-ah, I’m…I feel…weird…”
Temulun: “…about our dung collection?”
Teremun: “No…dung is…awesome…I just–”
Teremun: “Holy shit! What’s happening to me? Mom? MOM??!”
Temulun: “What the fuck–?”
Okay, not all the teens…but most of the teens, yeah?
Betcha you didn’t the light show coming though (okay, some of you did, whatever).
Anyhow! BAM! What the heck even went down there with Jackie and Terry? Ooo, ahh! Could be anything!
Let’s enjoy a closer of Octavia autonomously being Octavia ❤
Octavia: “Happy Simming dinosaur fren!”