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Woodsman Anon
By KodiaKowboyCreated: 2023-10-11 10:03:54
Updated: 2023-11-13 03:32:15
Expiry: Never
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>"Husband!"
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>Your attention is brought away from your work by the sound of your wife's voice
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>After wiping and sheathing your blade, you turn to face her fully
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>She is trotting to you with a smile, you notice a pep in her step
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>The sight of her makes you sigh in relief
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>You had hoped she would come back without bad news, but this is a far better mood than you thought she'd be in
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>Kneeling down to her height, the two of you hug and share a brief nuzzle
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"You are cured?"
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>She shakes her head enthusiastically
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>Odd
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>Most people are not so happy to come from the doctor without a remedy for their ailments
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>She giggles at your confusion
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>"I need no herbs. The sickness shall pass in due time."
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>You raise a brow at this
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"What time is due?"
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>She rubs a hoof along her chin, her smile brightening a touch more
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>"Well, she was unsure as to an exact date, but she estimated about nine months."
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>Nine months?
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>What kind of illness can go uncured for nine mon...
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>With speed alarming to even yourself, you lift your wife into a tight embrace, forcefully rubbing your cheek against the side of her head
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>She laughs that honeyed laugh, joyfully amused by your reaction as she returns the affection
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>Done with your frenzied nuzzling, you stand still with your wife resting her head on your shoulder
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>You don't even care how foolishly you grin
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"I...I was scared that..."
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>"I know..." Your wife interrupts
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>"But Vïsna has accepted our offerings..." She whispers, her legs tightening around you
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>Your mind flashes images of all the times you had helped her pick flowers and search for hollowed trunks to place them in
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"Yes...yes...."
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>She places her hooves upon your chest and leans away so that she may look at your face
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>Despite only knowing for a short time, she already has that glowing aura about her that every mare has when she is with foal
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>You've seen it in some of the mares of the village, yet your wife glows even more brilliantly
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>She's smiling like she's never been happy before
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>Not like this, at least
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>Her nose twitches and her pupils dilate a hair
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>"You've cooked?" She leans towards your shared home and you feel her hooves barely knead against your chest
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>With a humored chuckle, you nod and carry her inside to enjoy the vegetable stew you've had cooking
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>Some months have passed
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>Your wife's belly grows heavy with child
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>Her appetite grows along with it
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>She has ravenously eaten the majority of your food stores, forcing you to redouble your efforts in preparing for the harsh winter to come
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>You pray to Achak that you can prepare enough to last
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>"Husband?"
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>You are brought out of your thoughts by the sound of your wife's voice
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>She is behind, watching and sniffing the air
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>"What do you cook?" she asks, a strange sort of curiosity in her eyes
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>You turn your head back towards what you had been working on
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>A meat smoking setup, larger than you normally make
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>You needed to cook as much of your latest catch of fish as you could in as little time as possible
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>The sooner you have these stored, the more time you will have to dedicate to foraging and gardening for your wife's food supply
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"Fish. I know smell bothers. Will be done in-"
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>"Fish?"
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>You look once more to your wife, but she seems almost entranced by the contents of the smoker
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>Her eyes are locked onto the dangling fish like a starved hawk watching an infant hare
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"Y...Yes?"
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>She takes a deep inhale and licks her chops before exhaling
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>"Is it almost ready?" she asks without averting her eyes
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>You fear you may have to smoke far more fish
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>Your wife's due date creeps ever closer
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>She's quite large now, needing to wear a bearskin in place of her usual cape when she heads out
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>It's coarse brown fur contrasts well against her soft ivory coat
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>The weight of it makes it easy to make out the curves of her back as you walk alongside her, the edges swaying along with her flank
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>"Behave your eyes, Husband."
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>Your wife's scolding brings you out of your trance
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>Her words prompt you to take a quick scan of your surroundings
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>The two of you are walking through the nearby village
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>There are a few ponies out and about, but they're actually not gawking at you for once
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>Most of the villageponies have actually been much more accommodating, welcoming even, since learning of your future child
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>Your wife tells you that your progeny is proof of the Gods blessing your pairing
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>As such, you've been invited to partake in Faerfneia
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>It happens twice a year, but this will be the first that either of you attend
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>Only the Elders and expectant couples are allowed inside the Great Hall during
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>In preparation, you've donned your nicest(cleanest) shirt and put your usually unruly, shoulder length hair into a braid to match your wife's
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>A smile sneaks onto your face as you recall the first time you braided her mane, adoring how astonished she was with your speed
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>Just one of the few ways your fingers have made her gasp
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>"I would tell you to behave your mind as well, but one must be humble in their hopes." Your wife quips, bumping your thigh with her flank
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>You bump her in return, eliciting a giggle from the mare
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>The two of you continue in silence, enjoying the sounds of the various villageponies going about their day
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>You soon reach the Great Hall
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>A large building, tall enough for you to have headroom and large enough to fit the entire village's population twice over
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>The walls built from stone and mud, it acts as a last line of defense against would-be invaders
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>It's also a prime location for town meetings and feasts
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>Taking the lead, your wife clops on the heavy wooden doors three times
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>After a few moments, it's dragged open to reveal a sky blue stallion with a short, bone white mane
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>Shiversheet, you think his name is
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>He smiles upon seeing your wife
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>You notice that he continues to smile when he turns his attention towards you
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>"Perfect timing! We've just finished the preparations." He says before ushering the two of you inside
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