Marcina
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Paula
Date Posted: 16th February 2016
Characters: Marcina
Description: Marcina contemplates her baby's fate.
Location: Emerald Falls Hold
Date: month 4, day 1 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Rizton(NPC)
Marcina watched her baby. He was sleeping in his crib, looking so peaceful, so perfect. Except he wasn't perfect. He was damaged. Little Rizmar's one arm was paralyzed. Palsy. There was no way to say yet how extensive the damage was. He might have some use of his arm yet, with the help of time and therapy. Or not. It could end up being just a shrivelled, useless thing hanging from his shoulder. Marcina had been given instructions how to treat it and she had followed them dutifully. But she kept wondering if it was wasted effort. If that arm stayed as it now was, what would his life be? What use could one armed man be? What work he could do? He would be mocked and ridiculed. Bullied and tormented. Poor Rizmar had a difficult life ahead of him. Rizton was already spurning his son, blaming _her_. Like she had chosen such injury for their baby. Like she could have prevented the long and difficult birth that had caused the injury.
Tears in her eyes, she aimlessly wandered around her home until she ended up to the corner where she kept her herbalist stuffs. Table was filled with vials and jars, dried herbs, powders and tools. She absently picked one little bottle up. It was filled with liquid, a commonly used sleeping draught. Perfectly harmless for an adult, but for an infant… She glanced towards Rizmar. Few drops and he would never woke up. Wouldn't it be more merciful, spare him from all the hardships? Babies died all the time. He was so obviously damaged, would anybody question the death? Except Rizmar really wasn't _frail_. Despite the injury, he was strong, sturdy and loud baby with healthy lungs. Their next door neighbours knew when he was awake and wanted food. Would it be too suspicious? Everybody knew she knew herbs and potions.
Could she do it? Rizmar was her baby, her little-big boy. Blinking the tears away she put the bottle back down. There was sounds coming from the crib. Before she could reach it, they were turned to a loud, hungry wail. Marcina picked him up. "Somebody is hungry, I see." She went to sit on the lazy chair and started opening her bodice. Rizmar waived his healthy arm around, reaching out for the source of food.
Last updated on the February 21st 2016