An Arrival

It had been a fine and warm day, maybe the most beautiful in this year so far. The sun shone strong and warm, the air was filled with the sweet scent of blossoming flowers and the birds told recent news and sang their cheerful tunes to cheer up anyone willing to listen to them. For the young glandar couple all of these things were obsolete. They didn’t have time to linger in the warm spring sun, they had no eyes for the colourful firework of the blossoming flowers, they did not hear the singing of the birds. The woman lay in a bed, encircled by druids and mages, her time of pregnancy being at its very end, she was to give birth to her first child. Her husband stood behind her, holding her hand, breathing like his wife did, his whole body tightening whenever her body did and trying to support her and not to look as helpless as he felt. Another wave of pain passed through the woman’s body, and a much much slighter but still intense pain rose in the man’s hand, the grip of his spouse tightening strongly. This scene was repeated every few minutes now, the white sheets on the bed slowly turning red, with the loss of blood of the young mother to be.

It had been an awful long and draining day for this glandar man sitting, head buried in his hands, on a simple chair in the hallway. And an even longer and of course much more exhausting one for his betrothed. About an hour ago she gave birth to their first child, a girl, but since the first news brought to him by a nurse (since he had passed out at one moment) and the first cry of his daughter, still echoing in his ear, he hadn’t seen nor heard anything. And worst, he was not allowed to see neither his wife nor his new born child. Something must have gone wrong, terribly wrong. Of course, he told himself, men who just became fathers tend to overreact to any and be it the smallest sign of things going wrong. And usually nothing could upset him easily or throw him out of his way of being. But a whole hour had been too much, even for his expanded calmness. When now the doors opened, where his beloved one should be lying, he was shocked and relieved at the same time. He could tell that the face of the young druidess still showed concern; but with a small smile and a nod in his direction he finally was allowed to see his companion and love of his life.

Meanwhile the glandar woman, who gave birth to her first child just an hour ago lay in the bed inside the guildhall of the Da’Sha, the glandar mages. She was drained of almost all energy she had, yet the worries about her daughter prevented her from falling asleep. Her baby had been hesitating to enter the cold cold world, or so it seemed, the process of giving birth getting more complicated and more dangerous with every hour that passed. The druidic nurses had exchanged glances of concern, quickly to not upset the young mother, yet she had seen them, and began to worry greatly, of course. Although usually she had a sunny temper, no cloud could easily darken, and although the cry of her baby, after finally deciding to bless her with leaving her mother’s womb, sent a shiver of relieve and a warmth of love and gratitude through her body, the feeling only lasted short. The oldest and wisest of the druids and mages left with her baby child into the next room, whispering in a hurried tone to each other, leaving her with big alert eyes and a hole in her heart behind. The other druidic nurses stayed to care for the exhausted new mother and told her to rest to regain strength and not to worry, but she couldn’t follow their advices. She felt the exhaustion on her own body, and knew that it had not been an easy birth, for both, mother and child. She, the mother, would live, the nurses staying with her had told her, but if she would be a mother, no one could tell. Finally her husband was allowed to enter her room. He rushed into the room, stormed to her bedside and kissed her several times. She held his hand closely to her heart, both saying a prayer to Tatianna to watch over their newest family member, and could at last find enough strength and courage to fall away into the peaceful and recovering dreamland.

The baby lying before the druidess on the table, protected against the cold by soft blankets, was glowing slightly in a warm and soft red. She, for the baby was a girl, was hardly breathing and probably only stayed alive, because the druidess was touching her with two red-glowing fingers on her right cheek and had put her warmth radiating palm just above her heart. The day was long gone and night had fallen around the halls of the Da’Sha. Heavy raindrops fell against the window filling the air with tranquil pattering sounds. It had been a complicated birth, the mother loosing a lot of blood and life-energy, and the baby hesitating to leave the protection of her mother’s body had been exhausting itself as well. Finally the girl arriving was so small and looked so fragile and although the first cry sounded strong and cheered up the druidess’ heart, the looks of concern quickly rearrived on her face, since the breathing of the girl, who was as drained as the young mother, became more shallow and irregular. Now, the girl was asleep, breathing calmly as long as the druidess was protecting the life force of the child. But if the girl would see the next dawn would be decided only by the baby’s will to survive and the blessings of the gods, to which the druidess kept praying as she watched over the small bundle in front of her.

It had been two weeks since the glandar couple became a family of three. They stood before the cradle looking down on their first child, their daughter, sleeping calmly with a small smile on her face. The short black hair made her fair skin seem even lighter than the blankets around her. She still looked so small and fragile, small even in glandar standards, but the druids have confirmed a thousand times to the worried parents, that she would live, that the will to live was strong now in the heart of the small girl. The new mother, still recovering from the birth, but feeling better every day now, put her head on the shoulder of her husband and whispered something in his ear. He turned his head, kissed her on her forehead just above her left eyelid and whispered: “Perfect.” Then he reached into the cradle to slightly caress his daughter’s cheek and said: ”With Tatianna’s blessings, welcome to the Realm, beloved Fenaly.”

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