username: Ucanthandleme
kalon name: Dawa
gender: Undecided
art:extra (optional):As a queen she had one duty, to have an heir and teach them well, a son who would take the crown as their own. She had failed in her duty, already five years of marriage yet not a child in sight. She wept to the moon and stars, the lonely queen only had them to keep her company, the king had not visited in some time. Her family battered and bruised her with their words, she was not worth anything to them if she could not have a child to take the throne. Useless, unwanted, unneeded, these words were spouted in her ears. So she simply left, left to the back palace where she could not hear a thing. A quiet world where she no longer wept, instead she cared dearly for the garden which was overgrown and dying. She spent her days quietly in the back palace, out of sight out of mind, tending to her garden in the day and talking to the moon and stars during the night. One day in her garden she discovered a bulb so bright it seemed to be a miniature moon.
It was a rather large bulb and due to its resemblance to the moon she took extra care while tending to it. The bulb grew and grew and in the moonlight one night she heard it. A delicate and subtle heartbeat. Life was growing inside the bulb. It was a wondrous feeling, she was growing a life. No matter what it was she’d care for it with no fright. She awaited the birth of the creature in the bulb, singing stories to it gently, giving it the best dirt and water in the garden, but never neglecting the rest of the plants. With her care the bulb grew larger and heartbeat became stronger until one night as she tended to the other plants in her garden she heard a great big cry. A small child lay in the moonlight bulb, a small child with hair and eyes of moonlit white. They cried out and without a thought she took the child in her arms gently cradling it close to her heart. This was her child, who she grew and cared for for many months. It did not matter if it was a devious creature who could change forms, or simply a moment's dream, because for now it was her child.
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