“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Siri murmurs, holds out her hand. Pregnant Teen carefully takes it, and they shake. “My name is Siri, I’m a doctor here, and maybe along with you if Lucy’s plan goes alright.”
“Lucy?” Pregnant Teen asks, voice faint, eyebrows rising.
“She’s the only one who gets to call me that,” Lucinda replies, picks up her glass and takes a swig. “It’s Lucinda to you.”
“Yes ma’am,” Pregnant Teen responds, grins down at the countertop. Lucinda looks over to her, grins too, tries to cover it up with another drink.
“If you’d like to stay here with Siri while I go talk to Vulpes, I’m sure you’re welcome.”
Lucinda and Pregnant Teen both look over to Siri, who nods before her eyes focus on the body being dragged out of the arena, now that the commotion has died down.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back,“ Siri murmurs, adds, “If any men come over here, do what they ask. You should be alright because you’re--” she manages half a wave in the general direction of Pregnant Teen’s torso before she pauses, steps around the counter, draws her eyebrows together as she tries to figure what’s happening. Antony drags two dogs out of the arena by their scruffs, and another body is pulled out of the arena, making pitiful noises. “Lucy, if you wouldn’t mind waiting for a moment.”
“Sure,” Lucinda agrees, stands and ducks past Siri to take Siri’s place behind the counter, as Siri starts toward the mess of people.
“Is she really a doctor?” Pregnant Teen whispers, once Siri is gone into the cluster of people.
“Not quite,” Lucinda replies. “Almost, and the closest thing they had here for a long time.”
“I didn’t think they'd teach women to do things like that,” Pregnant Teen replies. “But maybe that was just in the town I was in.”
Lucinda shakes her head. “Captured. New Mexico. Legion interrupted her training.”
“But you’re going to--” Pregnant Teen stops talking, presses her lips tight, studies the ground next to the counter.
“You can talk to me,” Lucinda replies, raises one eyebrow. Someone screams from the knot of people, and she cranes her neck. A garble of words in Siri's voice follows. “What were you going to say?” she asks, turns her attention back to the girl.
“She’s not a real doctor, but you still want her along to watch me and--” she pauses.
“Dredge,” Lucinda offers.
“You want her to come help me and Dredge have babies?”
“Yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “There are already a handful of tribals in the group, and women old enough to have had children or bene present for the birth of other children.” Lucinda picks up Siri’s rag, twists it through her fingers. “I want here there to tell us if one of you is bleeding too much, and to count baby toes if that’s what’s needed. I’m not expecting her to actually deliver a baby.”
“So who’s going to?” Pregnant Teen asks.
“You, probably. We’ll be there for you, though. We’ll help, all of us who can.”
Pregnant Teen looks away, hunches her shoulders up.
“It’ll be alright, kid.” Lucinda leans in. “You’ll be alright.”
The girl nods, but can’t look at Lucinda.
Siri comes back, after a long minute of silence between Lucinda and the girl. Her hands are covered in blood, and her rag dress is smeared in it.
“Two slaves against the dogs. Neither slave made it.” She doesn’t look at Lucinda or Pregnant Teen.
Lucinda picks up the pitcher, and Siri holds out her hands so Lucinda cna rinse them. Lucinda passes over the rag once they're reasonably clean.
“I’m going to go talk to Vulpes,” Lucinda murmurs, lenas her hip on the countertop. “I'll be back as soon as I can be.”
“Good luck,” Siri replies, turns to watch the crowd disperse form in front of the arena. Two other slaves are hauling away the bodies. “Tell me, whatever his decision is.”
“I will,” Lucinda agrees, turns to head to the top of the hill.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (6c/?)
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Siri murmurs, holds out her hand. Pregnant Teen carefully takes it, and they shake. “My name is Siri, I’m a doctor here, and maybe along with you if Lucy’s plan goes alright.”
“Lucy?” Pregnant Teen asks, voice faint, eyebrows rising.
“She’s the only one who gets to call me that,” Lucinda replies, picks up her glass and takes a swig. “It’s Lucinda to you.”
“Yes ma’am,” Pregnant Teen responds, grins down at the countertop. Lucinda looks over to her, grins too, tries to cover it up with another drink.
“If you’d like to stay here with Siri while I go talk to Vulpes, I’m sure you’re welcome.”
Lucinda and Pregnant Teen both look over to Siri, who nods before her eyes focus on the body being dragged out of the arena, now that the commotion has died down.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back,“ Siri murmurs, adds, “If any men come over here, do what they ask. You should be alright because you’re--” she manages half a wave in the general direction of Pregnant Teen’s torso before she pauses, steps around the counter, draws her eyebrows together as she tries to figure what’s happening. Antony drags two dogs out of the arena by their scruffs, and another body is pulled out of the arena, making pitiful noises. “Lucy, if you wouldn’t mind waiting for a moment.”
“Sure,” Lucinda agrees, stands and ducks past Siri to take Siri’s place behind the counter, as Siri starts toward the mess of people.
“Is she really a doctor?” Pregnant Teen whispers, once Siri is gone into the cluster of people.
“Not quite,” Lucinda replies. “Almost, and the closest thing they had here for a long time.”
“I didn’t think they'd teach women to do things like that,” Pregnant Teen replies. “But maybe that was just in the town I was in.”
Lucinda shakes her head. “Captured. New Mexico. Legion interrupted her training.”
“But you’re going to--” Pregnant Teen stops talking, presses her lips tight, studies the ground next to the counter.
“You can talk to me,” Lucinda replies, raises one eyebrow. Someone screams from the knot of people, and she cranes her neck. A garble of words in Siri's voice follows. “What were you going to say?” she asks, turns her attention back to the girl.
“She’s not a real doctor, but you still want her along to watch me and--” she pauses.
“Dredge,” Lucinda offers.
“You want her to come help me and Dredge have babies?”
“Yeah,” Lucinda agrees. “There are already a handful of tribals in the group, and women old enough to have had children or bene present for the birth of other children.” Lucinda picks up Siri’s rag, twists it through her fingers. “I want here there to tell us if one of you is bleeding too much, and to count baby toes if that’s what’s needed. I’m not expecting her to actually deliver a baby.”
“So who’s going to?” Pregnant Teen asks.
“You, probably. We’ll be there for you, though. We’ll help, all of us who can.”
Pregnant Teen looks away, hunches her shoulders up.
“It’ll be alright, kid.” Lucinda leans in. “You’ll be alright.”
The girl nods, but can’t look at Lucinda.
Siri comes back, after a long minute of silence between Lucinda and the girl. Her hands are covered in blood, and her rag dress is smeared in it.
“Two slaves against the dogs. Neither slave made it.” She doesn’t look at Lucinda or Pregnant Teen.
Lucinda picks up the pitcher, and Siri holds out her hands so Lucinda cna rinse them. Lucinda passes over the rag once they're reasonably clean.
“I’m going to go talk to Vulpes,” Lucinda murmurs, lenas her hip on the countertop. “I'll be back as soon as I can be.”
“Good luck,” Siri replies, turns to watch the crowd disperse form in front of the arena. Two other slaves are hauling away the bodies. “Tell me, whatever his decision is.”
“I will,” Lucinda agrees, turns to head to the top of the hill.