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Mephiti had been having a relatively good day--the weather was beautiful, and she had taken advantage of it to resume her field studies of the plant life native to the Moon Court's territory--until she found the note on her door. Curious, she read it, then read it again and immediately freaked out, squeaking in alarm and dropping all of the plants she had collected in favor of rushing into her chambers. Anyone passing by might have heard assorted clatters and bangs before she rushed out, a heavily-laden sack slung across her chest, not bothering to close her door.

A few minutes of frantic running brought her to the feline's chambers, and she stumbled in rather noisily. "Sorry, sorry, I'm here now, I was out but now I'm here!" she panted, rushing towards her patient. Aranea she was familiar with; she couldn't say the same for Feles, but this was certainly no time for introductions! "It's happening now? Did your water break? How far apart are the contractions?" The shyness Mephiti felt around strangers was eclipsed by her need to heal, and if she hadn't been so frantically focused she might have been shocked at her confident tone of voice.

Lenore is in the hall when she sees a strange woman rushing out of a room with a sack, and into another. Frowning, she takes a few steps toward the room the woman rushed into.

She knows those sounds, and those words, and she pales, if that is possible. She's been through a birth of her own before, and she remembered wanting privacy. . . .

But. . . . She takes a few expirimental steps past the doorway to the room where the birth is happening, and the pull grows fainter. She backtracks, stopping right in front of the doorway, and sighs when the pull returns to the more intense, unignorable feeling as it was before. "This one," she says, miserably.

Nox's eyes narrowed. She knew just what was happening in this room, and that this should be the one they were drawn to....She sighed, realizing what exactly this meant.

"So the curse on our children remains, though it is lifted from their parents," she mutters...then turns to the two,
"We must enter the room...however, I will enter first and speak with the parents. They must be informed of what is going on."

Without waiting for a response, she entered the room,
"Aranea, Feles...I have two guests who must also enter-- for the sake of your children. It seems the curse lives on, and without their help, your children will be stuck inside a window just as you were when it first began."

Nox narrowed her eyes fiercely,
"Do you think I would allow that, stupid?" she asked, "They are going to give up a part of their soul for your child, just as your kithain did for you."

She shook her head, watching the both of them,
"Unless you'd rather they become windows, of course."

'Where have you been?' Aranea fair roared the words out at the unfortunate Mephiti, her breath coming in short panting gasps. It felt like the baby was pretty much ready to come out, and amongst her anger at having to cope with the bulk of the labour without any kind of medical help or pain relief, was a small amount of relief that she had finally arrived, and would be on hand should the baby need her.
'The baby is coming..' she pushed her feet hard into the bed as the urge to push grew. At the sound of voices though she was distracted, looking over as Nox entered, seeing the Majestrix through a haze.
'I...don't..want..strangers..here..now!' she spat, clutching her belly and cursing a blue streak as she realised that she wasnt carrying one child, but two! There was no more time to dwell on any of it though as she braced herself again, teeth bared.
'The baby..babies are coming!' she wailed, the need to push overwhelming.

Lenore blinks at the feline male when he hisses at them, but stands right where she is.

When she hears Nox speaking about Kithains and windows, her heart sinks right down into her stomach. This is just another odd line to add to her lineage, if she interpreted anything that her fiance told her about her own lost fey child correctly.

For the first time, she stops focusing on the pull so much, and becomes more aware of her surroundings. Something she should have been doing anyway, she mentally chastizes herself. She turns to the male spoke to her last. She sighs at his question. "Unfortunately," she says, very softly, glancing over at the poor woman, before turning her back to her. She would leave, to give her privacy, if she thought it wise. "I do know a little of what is going on. I can't really explain it very well. . . . I think we both should wait until the right moment to be told the full story."

Aranea bore down, all four arms supporting her now as she planted her feet into the bed, knees bent and legs apart.
'That's good..' she growled through gritted teeth, a hand leaving the bed for a moment and straying close to his neck. Feles was however saved by the baby, and Aranea pushed, the hand helping support her as she strained, yelling and cursing as the first of the babies slowly made its way into the world.
'It's coming...!' she cried, sweat pouring off her forehead as she pushed harder, panting in great breaths as she laboured.