Mara felt a need that she didn't quite understand, a need that didn't feel like her own,
an intense need to see what was going on beyond the flames. She noticed for the first time
that something on the other side was making low, but loud, groans. It sounded like a
deep moo from a cow, in some odd way. Both Mara and the boy shifted nervously at the
sound, still peering through the firelight. The groan turned into a roar suddenly, startling
Mara, and a strong feeling of unease ran through her. Mom! The boy couldn't stand in
place anymore and he ran around the fire pit.
Mara didn't move, but that didn't make a difference, she could feel the cold, hard dirt
resist the pounding feet of the boy, the looser bits tickling the skin between his toes.
Her own toes were feeling tickled in the same spot. Her vision was overlapping with his,
and she saw both the flames in front of her, and the people in front of him. Her voice, no -
his voice, rang out in fear, calling out "Amtra! Amtra!", and Mara could feel desperation
fueling her actions as she ran forward seeking her Mother. Mara's throat choked, and it
made her blink involuntarily, and she saw the flames of the central hearth in front of her.
I haven't moved at all. I feel like I did though. That boy, who is he? Where is this place...
I haven't been here before, but I feel like I know it. Mara felt her feet- his feet- slide to
a stop and look at a much older woman who was currently on the ground. She was
crouching, almost laying over, one leg while the other leg was splayed far out to the
side. The arm that was on the same side as the splayed leg was reaching behind her,
keeping her upright, while the other arm reached down her front. Her hand was in a
catchers grip. Mara saw, from her - his- small, childish view a small, fuzzy head start to
emerge from what Mara now knew was her Mother. A baby was crowning, another
child was getting ready to be born.