<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/Oena_zps2a07f796.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Vanyel<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Sleeping area<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around noon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"> <br/>The morning was bound to be highly unusual and Oena wondered if the camp as a whole was being affected or if it was only the two of them. Oena was always very careful with her words and had embarrassed herself lightly by saying things in a way that allowed Vanyel to have a laugh at her expense. Vanyel and her had always been very open about everything and now had blushed. It had been years since Vanyel had blush about anything with her.<br/><br/>The more he became uneasy about it, the more intrigued she became. She figured that he was wondering about sex during the pregnancy and she knew it could happen without risk for the baby… and he knew it too. So it had to be something else. Oena wrapped her arms around him as best she could, and listened to his soft words. “Breast milk? Really?” Oena whispered. There was surprise in her voice but she was certainly not judging her husband for his curiosity. “We’ll see once we get there, love, but I don’t see why not.”<br/><br/>Bigger breasts, big round belly and most likely a bit more padding on her hips, Oena knew that she would become a fine specimen of motherhood, whenever she would be graced by Mut. There was fear in her heart, but there was something else too… She was excited about it, looking forward to seeing the first signs of change in her body, or talking about names with Vanyel, of preparing the sleeping area of the Mammut Hearth for the coming of the little one. It would have been ideal if she had stopped taking her infusion at the beginning of the winter, rather than the end, and have a summer baby…<br/><br/>Oena laughed softly when she heard Vanyel’s comment. She had to admit that she was getting quite hungry herself, so she nodded her head. She loved the way he touched her, this man who was and would be the only one with whom she would agree to share the pleasures for as long as they were together. “I agree. We need to go and eat. Do you want me to make you the usual infusion of herbs, bark and honey for your throat?” She asked. Even though he had not complained, but Oena knew how much he could afford to talk and how much strain he had put himself through.<br/> </div>