[Maya's been hiding a secret for a little while- a secret that's got her in a bit of a pickle. The kind of pickle that has her up again and thinking in the night, sitting on the entry ledge of the open side door of the Aloha Oe and staring at the moon.
It was just another reminder how stuck they were here that other monsters had reproduced, and it'd been more than a year since anyone had gone and disappeared. Though the fog drew in newcomers, nobody truly left these days, and monsters had found their stride with humans and each other, to the contentment of the fog god. In some respect, maybe Maya should have expected something like this to happen to her by now-- but between still questioning her own maturity and the built-in worries of her past, springing into monster motherhood wasn't really on her radar.
Now she faces reality under the low moonlight, illuminated mostly by her own glowing patterning. She knows, now, that she's pregnant, and it's brought all sorts of thoughts to the surface. Thoughts of her birthright and duty to her clan, thoughts of her beloved Pearl, of the things that are probably better off without her, she assumes. She thinks of the kind of relationships that life promised her, of men who loved briefly and left, of children who might one day grow to hate each other for the sake of an heirdom. She thinks of Dandy, who she knows is probably wondering where she is, who doesn't know all the thoughts in her head or even why she's been off lately, even if he's noticed.
Maya has to tell him. She can't just not tell him, even if the anxiety of having to do so is making her nauseous. (Her least favorite part of this whole endeavor.) Maya's got plenty of other reasons to be scared but right now the ones that itch the most are the fears she'll be alone through any part of this-- now, when she's gotten to like having Dandy around. There was a time when in preparation for what she thought would happen, Maya might be able to pretend it wouldn't bother her if he up and left-- but that time was long gone, and she's quite aware she'd miss him sorely.
All the same, the little light of hope that's always been in her hasn't been fully dampened by Ryslig just yet. There's a change that things might work out, whatever working out may be, in a world with completely different rules. There's a chance things won't be terrible. There's a chance Dandy won't run off.
And, should Dandy go out in the middle of the night to figure out why his girlfriend is out humming to the moon instead of cuddling him, there's a chance Maya won't bite her tongue.]
Ryslig Merbaby Junk part 1
It was just another reminder how stuck they were here that other monsters had reproduced, and it'd been more than a year since anyone had gone and disappeared. Though the fog drew in newcomers, nobody truly left these days, and monsters had found their stride with humans and each other, to the contentment of the fog god. In some respect, maybe Maya should have expected something like this to happen to her by now-- but between still questioning her own maturity and the built-in worries of her past, springing into monster motherhood wasn't really on her radar.
Now she faces reality under the low moonlight, illuminated mostly by her own glowing patterning. She knows, now, that she's pregnant, and it's brought all sorts of thoughts to the surface. Thoughts of her birthright and duty to her clan, thoughts of her beloved Pearl, of the things that are probably better off without her, she assumes. She thinks of the kind of relationships that life promised her, of men who loved briefly and left, of children who might one day grow to hate each other for the sake of an heirdom. She thinks of Dandy, who she knows is probably wondering where she is, who doesn't know all the thoughts in her head or even why she's been off lately, even if he's noticed.
Maya has to tell him. She can't just not tell him, even if the anxiety of having to do so is making her nauseous. (Her least favorite part of this whole endeavor.) Maya's got plenty of other reasons to be scared but right now the ones that itch the most are the fears she'll be alone through any part of this-- now, when she's gotten to like having Dandy around. There was a time when in preparation for what she thought would happen, Maya might be able to pretend it wouldn't bother her if he up and left-- but that time was long gone, and she's quite aware she'd miss him sorely.
All the same, the little light of hope that's always been in her hasn't been fully dampened by Ryslig just yet. There's a change that things might work out, whatever working out may be, in a world with completely different rules. There's a chance things won't be terrible. There's a chance Dandy won't run off.
And, should Dandy go out in the middle of the night to figure out why his girlfriend is out humming to the moon instead of cuddling him, there's a chance Maya won't bite her tongue.]