Page 68 of Bred By Sor'en

It's nice here.

Not scary at all.

It’s a good place to wait for everyone you love.

But I have people I love waiting for me out there, so everyone will just have to be patient.

thirty-four

Hue

The entire world around me has changed as I greet it again. A sparkling grit dances behind my eyes as I struggle to get to a seated position. Only half aware of Melion helping me. I rub my eyes, trying to clear the haze from my vision desperately, but it doesn’t budge. A moment of panic plasters over my chest until it's wiped away.

Not a haze, but the veil.

And notmythought… or concept, but it came from somewhere else in my mind. Far away toward the back. I twist slowly to see Melion as a deep warmth, an adoration as startling as the sun enters my chest, warming every inch of me from my fingers to my toes. I know that’s him too.

My hands shake as I press them to my sweaty chest. “I can feel you.”

The confirmation wisps from the back of my mind.

“And these… are the veil? Dozens of tiny rips.”

The sparkling grit is not that at all, but rips in the fabric of the world I had been blind to before. I’m suddenly aware of how… horrible I feel. An agonizing pain rips through my stomach, making my forehead bead anew with sweat.

Melion’s concern finds me as he swirls around, desperate to comfort me, to keep me from standing. I stand anyway, unsteady on my feet, but also… stronger than before. Like there’s crackling energy all around, I need only to reach out and use it. So, I do just that. I take a few uneasy steps until I’m before one of those odd rips, hesitating before it.

Safe.

I reach out, letting the static run up the length of my arm as I gasp, snagging my hand back out when the feeling becomes overwhelming. After that, I stand a little easier, but there’s a throb deep in my lower belly, a small one I do my best to ignore. Like the nausea building with it and the throbbing of my skull.

“Show him to me, please.”

Melion hesitates.

Not safe.

I huff, still trying to catch my breath. “Why?”

Too new.

I’m not sure what exactly is too new, but my heart falls to my gut at the realization I can’t see Sor’en. I glance around the field, trying to get my bearings.

“W-where is he, Melion?”

Melion warbles before sending me the answer. It’s disorienting, having concepts of knowledge slipped into your head. Is it stupid to wander extremely pregnant onto an alien vessel to try to sneak off my giant mate? Yes. Oh, most certainly.

Melion agrees from deep inside my head.

My hands shake as I start through the field, toward the edge of the dome. Heavily pregnant, it looks farther away than ever,the distance daunting as Melion starts slipping in and out of a veil in front of me. Over and over again, he slips in and out, not making any attempt to follow me forward. I frown at the Vena’lel as his urging presses deeper into my mind. Just as soon as I step toward him, I’m suddenly surrounded. I nearly scream at the sudden appearance of the Balla’mar. My eyes widen at the shimmering cloud above his head, the ripple he just stepped out of. His cloud is white, fluffy, and glittering, but there is also smoke pumping into the mix, dark and swirling.

Balance.

Melion flares protectively around me, his soft touches grazing my aching stomach. My little baby gives a fluttering kick as if to respond to his friend. I would be touched, probably cry like a fucking loser too if I wasn’t busy glaring daggers at the large, robed male in front of me and his backup.

“I am going to my home, Balla’mar. You may send—"

“You are not going home any more than I can let you board that warship.”