Tera was surprised at first, and reacted with a start.  But the soft gentle touch on her hand on her belly calmed her, and she relaxed and even returned the kiss.  There, that was it, that was the connection that Izusa needed.  It was thin, a bit of twine holding together two heavy objects, barely strong enough, but it was something.  Izusa mentally repeated the spell as she deepened the kiss pouring her feelings into it as her mind recited the words to the spell in her own mind.  She could feel that lingering power flowing through her then.  But the connection was weak, so tenuous, so gentle, so fragile.  As fragile as the new life she held in her womb and in her figurative hands.  The power flowed through that connection and Izusa guided it gently.  It was like trying to push mud through a straw, the power was sluggish.  But she refused to let her concentration break.  Every ounce of her being, of her power, her concentration went into that tiny frail link that held between them, went into guiding that energy through her, through the link, and into Tera.<br/><br/>Sweat beaded on her brow and her body shook with strain, but she felt Tera squeeze her hand, kissing her back, guiding her, encouraging her silently, so Izusa continued.  Then finally, she broke the kiss and drew in a great lungful of air.  The power had gone, it had all been channeled through her.  She took a great gulping breath, gasping and panting and opened her eyes to see Tera literally glowing with a soft golden light.<strong>"I feel it."</strong>Tera whispered softly, her unbound left hand rubbing her stomach,<strong>"I can feel her.  Praise Pandora, you spoke the truth.  I never..."</strong><br/><br/>Whatever Tera said after that was lost as Izusa lost consciousness.<br/><br/>Some time later, Izusa woke in the small bed in the corner of Tera's hut, that same blanket covering her naked body.  The sunlight from outside was dim, as if it was already closing on evening, but she felt exhausted, as if she'd spent a day laboring in the convent gardens during the heat of summer under a brutal sun.  She was drained, utterly.  But she knew at least that the spell had worked.  She was, also, she realized alone.