3rd Era, 411- Somewhere in the Ashlands
Pain wracked her body, raging along her spine like wildfire. Streams of fervent Dunmeri curses ran loose on her tongue, into the frigid air- she held onto a callused hand, squeezing tightly around stubby fingers. The man grunted in pain, but otherwise stifled it. Beads of sweat travelled down her long face, as she panted in agony. Then, the heave- she screamed.
Horribly, as she gave birth; her screams landing heavily onto the girl's ears. Her hair was done up, pretty, yet some strands were set loose across her small cheek. Small tears gathered in her big, round eyes as she watched Mummy give her a little sister (or brother, she wasn't quite sure yet). Never had she seen such pain. And so much blood. There was so much blood- it began to pool slightly around her naked toes. It was warm. It was wrong. She recoiled, landing in a rough heap near the hearth. Some sparks fell about, drowning in the red-drink.
The giggling of a baby rang out, into their tired heads- it thrashed playfully as it was picked up, by a greying midwife. The creases in her face folded thoughtfully, as she snipped the umbilical cord quickly. She looked down at Niikira, who wheezed hard. Her dark skin was unusually pale, and she had lost a lot of blood. Niikira's face lightened slightly, when she saw the child's beaming, little face- it's red eyes skirting around curiously at the bloody mess down below. Niikira reached her long hand forward, desperate to touch this strange, little creature. Not once, had the little baby whined... instead, it cooed when her thin fingers brushed across its broad forehead.
Niikira di'Tevel died, fifteen minutes later.
The baby was a girl.
A coffin was brought out from the house tent.
And it was occupied.