Gorlim?

They're kicking.

Happy Mother's Day. :D

::wakes up::

::looks down::

O.O

>.<

Does anyone have any old maternity dresses? I've suddenly gotten too big to fit in my things.

I was talking with my baby Quorin and I asked him to kill me and since he wouldn't do that I asked him to speed up my pregnancy and I think he did. o.o

( I was just trying to be friendly! )

Woah woah woah woah woah BACK UP. I don't recall reading a "me needing to get married to anybody who knocks me up" clause when you adopted me, NewDaddy. And I *did* tell you I was married already. And you *did* mention it yourself when you announced our adoptions ( Read more... )

. . . Does anybody in the Steward's Quarters know morse code? ::weak smile::

Hello, my name is Norolinde and I will now be leaping to my death from a very high window.

Okay? And I don't want my form getting turned away because I'm pregnant or any crap like that. Right. ::climbs into a very high window and tries to get up the courage to leap::

I wonder how old Gorlim is . . .

I need female company because I'm not allowed to use knitting needles without supervision. >.

'm in my room. Hungry. Scared.

Alone.

::eyes the bed from her spot on the floor:: I wish I could sleep in it. I wish I thought I was worthy of it.

::pulls her sleeves down further over her bandaged arms:: Stupid to wish, I guess. Nothing to do but wait.

Well, I've screwed up again. Royally. She half-laughs at the unintended pun, and looks down at her arms. They're scratched from wrist to elbow, white and swollen-looking almost-cuts that aren't bleeding. She eyes her fingernails. They always did say the most dangerous weapon was yourself.

God. She wipes at her tear-filled eyes and winces at the ( Read more... )

::rocks herself gently in the stables and fingers the hand-shaped bruise that mars her cheek::