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unlocking the fourth chakra
It's too early to panic. It's only been a few days since her cycle should have started, which is normal. Cycles vary. No reason to panic, even though Hei never came back with whatever he had which was going to take care of any problems. Had, in fact, left the City entirely. The first thing she'd done when he failed to come back that morning had been to go to the Hall of the Missing. Her heart sunk into her stomach when she saw his picture there.
No reason to panic.
But... what if there is? What if the worst happens? She doesn't want to think about it; she just can't help it. What if she's pregnant?
You'd tell me, right Naga? [She scratches the polar bear dog behind the ears.] You always knew with the village women.
[She closes her eyes as Naga nudges her shoulder.
If she is pregnant... it's better that Hei's not here. He'd freak out. He wouldn't want to be involved, and she wouldn't want him involved. He's always been good to her child self, but she still doesn't trust his unpredictable temper. Not around her child.
There's no question that she would keep it. She's never wanted to be a mother, but children are precious in the Southern Water Tribe. She couldn't just get rid of it.
You'd be raising it alone. That thought stops her. It takes a village to raise a child, and she doesn't have a village. She doesn't have anyone but Chekov. (Whom she hasn't told about this little incident because it's too early to panic.) The rest of her friends have all left. It's unsettling to realize just how isolated she's let herself become.
She wraps her arms around Naga's neck and holds the polar bear dog tightly. I can't keep living like this. She realizes with a kind of startling clarity that she's been letting the grief of the past year hold her down.
Love is a form of energy and it swirls all around us. The words drift into her mind, but they aren't her voice. They feel more like a memory. Let the pain flow away.
Easier said than done. But she's never let that stop her before.]
C'mon, girl. Let's go see Chekov.
No reason to panic.
But... what if there is? What if the worst happens? She doesn't want to think about it; she just can't help it. What if she's pregnant?
You'd tell me, right Naga? [She scratches the polar bear dog behind the ears.] You always knew with the village women.
[She closes her eyes as Naga nudges her shoulder.
If she is pregnant... it's better that Hei's not here. He'd freak out. He wouldn't want to be involved, and she wouldn't want him involved. He's always been good to her child self, but she still doesn't trust his unpredictable temper. Not around her child.
There's no question that she would keep it. She's never wanted to be a mother, but children are precious in the Southern Water Tribe. She couldn't just get rid of it.
You'd be raising it alone. That thought stops her. It takes a village to raise a child, and she doesn't have a village. She doesn't have anyone but Chekov. (Whom she hasn't told about this little incident because it's too early to panic.) The rest of her friends have all left. It's unsettling to realize just how isolated she's let herself become.
She wraps her arms around Naga's neck and holds the polar bear dog tightly. I can't keep living like this. She realizes with a kind of startling clarity that she's been letting the grief of the past year hold her down.
Love is a form of energy and it swirls all around us. The words drift into her mind, but they aren't her voice. They feel more like a memory. Let the pain flow away.
Easier said than done. But she's never let that stop her before.]
C'mon, girl. Let's go see Chekov.