Isabella slept hard.
The medicine worked fast, soothing the ache in her bones and clearing the tightness in her chest. Her blankets were warm, Glimora was curled at her stomach, and the night breeze outside the tent hummed softly. The lagoon shimmered quietly under the moonlight, like a gigantic silver plate resting gently on the world.
Everything should have been peaceful.
Everything should have been calm.
But Isabella's mind had other plans.
Her dream began gently.
She was holding a tiny baby in her arms. A soft, warm, adorable baby with scales just faintly shimmering under the sunlight. The baby had chubby cheeks and a little forked tongue that peeked out when he laughed. His eyes were bright, round, and curious.
Another baby tugged at her clothes. A girl with silky black hair and faint translucent scales along her spine. She giggled and lifted her little arms, demanding to be picked up.
Isabella felt joy bloom inside her chest.
Her babies.
Her precious babies.
