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Soon. Soon is the answer I get when I ask how much longer. He thinks I’m asking how long until we reach Wynsiph.
Would he be ashamed of me if he knew what I actually meant? How soon until I can give up my baby?
Im ashamed to even think it, but the thoughts always find their way back into my head, no matter how much I deter them. Its pathetic of me, despite giving up your child being such a common practice in the Wyngro species, and I absolutely despise myself for what I have to do.
But how am I to raise a child when I can barely take care of myself? Im too young, much too young to raise a child, surely there will be someone at the Nook who can care for them.
Surely there will be someone who can give them the love and attention that they need, and that I cannot provide.
“There!” He says, pushing away the flora and exposing us to the town of Wynsiph. I peek over his shoulder and immediately my eyes land on a light blue gro sitting on a bench a few feet away. She looks exhausted, but a faint smile remains on her lips as she thinks to herself, her hooved feet tapping the ground beneath her in rhythm to nothing. “We will ask her.”
I pause, momentarily surprised by the statement, as I had expected to go straight to the Nook instead.
“B-but Pastor I-” I start but he shakes his head solemnly at me and I quiet down.
“My dear, you want this child to be adopted, don’t you?”
I hesitate again before responding with a soft “Yes of course I do.”
“Then Im afraid this is the only way it can be done. It is not often that Wynglings get adopted when dropped off at the Nook.” He sounded like it hurt him to say it, but he was right. The only way to make sure that my baby will have a home is by begging someone else to take the egg. I swallowed, tears filling my eyes, and stormed past the pastor. The blue female didn’t notice me right away, but when she did, her eyes widened in fear and she scrambled backwards to get away. Fearing she would run, I slowed down and dipped my head, tears streaming down my face freely now.
“Please.. Do not fear me, I mean you no harm. I just need you to..to..” I choked back a sob that struggled to stay down, and pulled the still slightly damp egg from my egg pouch and held it out to her gently. “Please just take it...”
The blue gro stared wide eyed at the egg, one paw holding the bench and the other clutching her heart. It seemed she was too shocked to register what was going on, because she carefully took the egg from me and held it in horror.
“H-has this just been laid? Do you need any medical assistance? Do-” But I turned on my heels and ran back into the forest, the pastor close behind, before I could hear the last question. I could hear her shouting after me for only a moment before the sounds of her panic took its toll. After a few moments, all I could hear we're the sounds of the forest as I made my way back home. My lower body ached, and my pouch felt horribly empty, but I continued to run.

Would I regret my decision? Possibly. Would my child resent me for abandoning them? Most likely, after all most children do.

But what could I do? What could I do..

Ahh there was going to be more added to this but I have no motivation pfft
All gros in this pic are personal NPC's and I seriously bulshitted Atticus' moms design lmfaooo
Idk if im actually going to even use either of those markings on him in the future either hA

NOT COUNTING WYNS

Blue gro briefly mentions is Lani who belongs to SpoopySnoopi
Art is mine

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Soon. Soon is the answer I get when I ask how much longer. He thinks I’m asking how long until we reach Wynsiph.
Would he be ashamed of me if he knew what I actually meant? How soon until I can give up my baby?
Im ashamed to even think it, but the thoughts always find their way back into my head, no matter how much I deter them. Its pathetic of me, despite giving up your child being such a common practice in the Wyngro species, and I absolutely despise myself for what I have to do.
But how am I to raise a child when I can barely take care of myself? Im too young, much too young to raise a child, surely there will be someone at the Nook who can care for them.
Surely there will be someone who can give them the love and attention that they need, and that I cannot provide.
“There!” He says, pushing away the flora and exposing us to the town of Wynsiph. I peek over his shoulder and immediately my eyes land on a light blue gro sitting on a bench a few feet away. She looks exhausted, but a faint smile remains on her lips as she thinks to herself, her hooved feet tapping the ground beneath her in rhythm to nothing. “We will ask her.”
I pause, momentarily surprised by the statement, as I had expected to go straight to the Nook instead.
“B-but Pastor I-” I start but he shakes his head solemnly at me and I quiet down.
“My dear, you want this child to be adopted, don’t you?”
I hesitate again before responding with a soft “Yes of course I do.”
“Then Im afraid this is the only way it can be done. It is not often that Wynglings get adopted when dropped off at the Nook.” He sounded like it hurt him to say it, but he was right. The only way to make sure that my baby will have a home is by begging someone else to take the egg. I swallowed, tears filling my eyes, and stormed past the pastor. The blue female didn’t notice me right away, but when she did, her eyes widened in fear and she scrambled backwards to get away. Fearing she would run, I slowed down and dipped my head, tears streaming down my face freely now.
“Please.. Do not fear me, I mean you no harm. I just need you to..to..” I choked back a sob that struggled to stay down, and pulled the still slightly damp egg from my egg pouch and held it out to her gently. “Please just take it...”
The blue gro stared wide eyed at the egg, one paw holding the bench and the other clutching her heart. It seemed she was too shocked to register what was going on, because she carefully took the egg from me and held it in horror.
“H-has this just been laid? Do you need any medical assistance? Do-” But I turned on my heels and ran back into the forest, the pastor close behind, before I could hear the last question. I could hear her shouting after me for only a moment before the sounds of her panic took its toll. After a few moments, all I could hear we're the sounds of the forest as I made my way back home. My lower body ached, and my pouch felt horribly empty, but I continued to run.

Would I regret my decision? Possibly. Would my child resent me for abandoning them? Most likely, after all most children do.

But what could I do? What could I do..

Ahh there was going to be more added to this but I have no motivation pfft
All gros in this pic are personal NPC's and I seriously bulshitted Atticus' moms design lmfaooo
Idk if im actually going to even use either of those markings on him in the future either hA

NOT COUNTING WYNS

Blue gro briefly mentions is Lani who belongs to SpoopySnoopi
Art is mine