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Summer, 756 of the New Age
Widow's Hollow, Blackwood
Featuring: Lutgard
One of my first memories was a strange one.
My first summer. It had been a hard one, so says Grandma Haf. Having lost two children and gained a granddaughter to raise, her mind fought between forging through for me, and wallowing in depression for her two lost children. With her mind fighting itself, her body became weaker than normal, so she told me. Seeing me hungry, bones sticking out every which way, made her snap to reality and live in the now.
What I remember, though, was being hungry. Hungry and weak. Memories before this time are hazy, but I remember her milk tasting like the grandest thing, and then it began to taste bitter, and didn’t fill my belly as it once had. We went on a long walk, Grandma Haf searching and muttering to herself while I stumbled after her. I don’t know how long we searched, it could have been minutes or hours, maybe even days though I highly doubt that, until Grandma Haf found what she had been looking for, giving thanks to The Mother for blessing her with this great gift of life.
Eggs. I watched in confused silence, coming closer as she beckoned to me. I only remember her lesson, because she has told me this lesson many times. “When you are weak, starving beyond imagination, look to other sources. It may disagree with your tongue, but your belly will thank you for it. Eggs are especially good for when the milk is flowing. Remember this, child.” She gave a careful sniff at the eggs, before carefully and deliberately bringing a hoof down on one. Before much could leak out, she put her muzzle to the crack and sucked out the ooey gooey insides. She did this to all the eggs in that nest. Bowing her head, she whispered a final prayer and thanked both the mother of those eggs for the gift, as well as The Mother for leading her to them.
That night, her milk tasted sweeter. My stomach felt satisfied for the first time in my memory, and my muscles didn’t shake as much. I felt stronger. Many times after that, we went searching for eggs. It became a ritual for us. I learned much from our egg trips.
I give thanks to Úir whenever I see a nest of eggs. They gave me life, those little unborn babes. I’m thankful that I have only needed them once in my life, and pray for those that I see now that they hatch and grow to be strong birds, and that the cycle may continue.
Widow's Hollow, Blackwood
Featuring: Lutgard
One of my first memories was a strange one.
My first summer. It had been a hard one, so says Grandma Haf. Having lost two children and gained a granddaughter to raise, her mind fought between forging through for me, and wallowing in depression for her two lost children. With her mind fighting itself, her body became weaker than normal, so she told me. Seeing me hungry, bones sticking out every which way, made her snap to reality and live in the now.
What I remember, though, was being hungry. Hungry and weak. Memories before this time are hazy, but I remember her milk tasting like the grandest thing, and then it began to taste bitter, and didn’t fill my belly as it once had. We went on a long walk, Grandma Haf searching and muttering to herself while I stumbled after her. I don’t know how long we searched, it could have been minutes or hours, maybe even days though I highly doubt that, until Grandma Haf found what she had been looking for, giving thanks to The Mother for blessing her with this great gift of life.
Eggs. I watched in confused silence, coming closer as she beckoned to me. I only remember her lesson, because she has told me this lesson many times. “When you are weak, starving beyond imagination, look to other sources. It may disagree with your tongue, but your belly will thank you for it. Eggs are especially good for when the milk is flowing. Remember this, child.” She gave a careful sniff at the eggs, before carefully and deliberately bringing a hoof down on one. Before much could leak out, she put her muzzle to the crack and sucked out the ooey gooey insides. She did this to all the eggs in that nest. Bowing her head, she whispered a final prayer and thanked both the mother of those eggs for the gift, as well as The Mother for leading her to them.
That night, her milk tasted sweeter. My stomach felt satisfied for the first time in my memory, and my muscles didn’t shake as much. I felt stronger. Many times after that, we went searching for eggs. It became a ritual for us. I learned much from our egg trips.
I give thanks to Úir whenever I see a nest of eggs. They gave me life, those little unborn babes. I’m thankful that I have only needed them once in my life, and pray for those that I see now that they hatch and grow to be strong birds, and that the cycle may continue.
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Summer, 756 of the New Age
Widow's Hollow, Blackwood
Featuring: Lutgard
Basically, Grandma Haf, having some postpartum depression along with "regular" depression of losing her daughter, neglects eating and taking care of herself, thus her milk isn't as high a quality as it should be for young growing Lute
I've had this little story in my head for a few weeks now. We finished up nutrition in Equine Production, and we talked a lot of protein and which class of horses need it the most (and I assume this also translates to other species as well). And, the ones that need it the most are young, growing animals, which can translate into mares that are in late pregnancy and early lactation. And eggs have a high source of protein, and since this is Blackwood, where not a lot of forage is to be had, let alone quality forage, other sources are needed. (sorry I got all sciency there, I like talking about what I learned
)Again, tried that other style of writing. I have since finished "The Poisonwood Bible", so it may not reflect that style as much as my first written piece with her. But if it morphs into it's own style, I'd be more than happy with that!
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