The protective warding still cradles the younger woman, body and soul, like a cocoon protects the caterpillar in transition. The magic needs time to do its work.
Olga sings softly under her breath, a lullaby in the old tongue, trying to soothe her confusion, to lessen the need to struggle away from the pain.
She wonders if anyone heard the report and will find them here. She doesn't have a spare hand to ward around them, not yet. In another few minutes, perhaps.
Right now, she needs to hold on just a little longer, and only Katya herself can finish what she set in motion.
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Date: 2010-12-01 05:56 am (UTC)Olga sings softly under her breath, a lullaby in the old tongue, trying to soothe her confusion, to lessen the need to struggle away from the pain.
She wonders if anyone heard the report and will find them here. She doesn't have a spare hand to ward around them, not yet. In another few minutes, perhaps.
Right now, she needs to hold on just a little longer, and only Katya herself can finish what she set in motion.