She panted slowly, haired matted against her face with sweat. She was sore, beyond sore actually, and the sudden weight of the children that were once inside her had been relieved. The process was as horrifying painful as recalled, but once it was all said and done, she tiredly chuckled, holding her twins in her arms.
The first born was a little girl, a small tail tucked between her small legs, the child breathing slowly through her beak styled nose (of which Morwen questioned, but knew the little one was her child), tiny fins sprouting from her teeny forearms. She was a bit smaller than her twin, and that petiteness lead to her needing extra blankets to keep warm, being 7 pounds, 9 ounces. The child was thus named Hecate, as Morwen could sense an innate talent for magic the little one.
Her brother, the bigger of the two, had given Morwen trouble, his broad, thick forehead protruding similar to that of some odd creature called a “Zora” called Sidon, a Prince from some game she had watched Kuro play plenty of nights over the past few months. He was also a bit larger, a hefty 12 pounds 2 ounces. Much like his twin, he also possessed a tail, though the bulk of his rather light, green colored head also had a smaller, likely more aesthetic tail on the back on, acting a bit as hair. She could sense he would be a strong child, protecting his sister, and ended up naming him Cairlán.
The mother tiredly smiled as she let the twins nurse, drifting in and out of sleep. In the morning, she would try to see if she could take them to see Kuro and their big sister (even though Silke was older by nearly a day).
On June 9th 2017, at 2:13 am, the twins were a part of clan Windcaller-Urithriel, and Morwen would give them the option to just go by their human clan name when they were old enough. For now though, she and the newborns would rest.
The Double Dutch bus tour has been in effect under different names for a few years now. It was started by the PDX Downhill crew led by Casey Morrow as a way to flee the harsh winters of the PNW and, for most of the crew, skate their first dry roads since the race season gave way inevitably to the rain season. Last year, the Sunset Sliders joined in the fun for the End of the World Tour, which coincided with the Mayan prediction of the apocalypse of 2012. In true skater style, we blew out the local skate house with 30+ skaters laying their bruised, battered bodies in the game of two dimensional tetris to which we’ve become so accustomed.
This year, we were fortunate enough to be invited to stay at “The Orchid”, a 60 acre maze of greenhouses and fields containing all manner of flora and fauna, right on the Michigan coast. The warehouse quickly became home base for the two busses, as it boasted a 5’ ramp with one side steel coping, one side sauced pool, some fun boxes, a basketball hoop, an 8’ pool table, and access to a kitchen and sleeping quarters actually equipped to handle 40-some-odd people. The Sunset Sliders’ own Dead Fred quickly took control of provisions, cooking twice a day for the huge group of hungry skaters, once including a young sheep, a present from the father of a local grom, which Chubbs skinned and cleaned, in true Texas style, right in the back yard next to a Disc Golf putting green. Hunger satiated, the herd could focus their attention on rolling foot-long bombers, skating the ramp, shooting the shit by the fire, hustling pool or just hanging by the beach and watching the stars.
Every year on this trip, something special happens. Last year, the crew bonded over the inherent lack of personal space, the fact that the world didn’t actually end, and the generosity of strangers (the Sliders bus broke down on the initial journey in the rain forcing us to take refuge at a conveniently placed livestock auction house where we were dried and fed, the Texans said it felt like home). This year we had a bigger crew, less setbacks and injuries, and one of the best places to stay of any trip I’ve ever been on. Next year is already looking good.
Hello! So I've been doing Duolingo, Memrise and Notes in Spanish podcasts for a year now. I'm almost done with all of the podcasts (beginner-gold) as well as Duolingo. Even if I could continue both of these, I feel like I am plateauing in terms of my learning. Memrise is helpful because I can find new words and learn them, but it doesn't aid in grammar. I'm also terrified of speaking exercises. Any tips of where I should go next to get out of the intermediate-advanced level?
Well, the only way to get comfortable with speaking is by speaking. Sorry to say. I’ll include some links that you might find helpful:
I would also maybe recommend reading more, articles like from El Pais or BBC Spanish or stories. You can also try listening to Spanish TV (with Spanish or English subtitles, though Spanish does help more long-term) for more listening practice.