Blood Vengeance part 2

"Mira, why didnt you have Ida tell me the girl's water has broken," Rea demanded.
The girl called Mira sank into the chair across from the bed and pushed her mousy brown hair out of her youthful face. Soft gray eyes looked up at Rea pleadingly as she prepared for the worst.
"I'm sorry Mother Rea! Truly I am," Mira insisted, "Ida told me it would be alright! She said she'd tell you it was urgent!"
"Your punishment will have to wait Mira. Whoever our young lady is, she needs all the help we can give right now."
Mira sighed in resignation. She knew it was useless to argue with Mother Rea. Wordlessly she took the cloths from Rea and began to soak them in the water from the pitcher. Handing the first to Rea, she began to lose herself in the familiar routine that came with being Rea's midwife assistant. Thoughts swirled relentlessly inside her head as she worked, a constant barrage that would not be silenced. Their guest had come to them just a few hours ago. She had already been in labor for some time. Mira couldn't help but wonder how in the world the girl had come to be in the mountains in the middle of a raging snowstorm. The wind continued to wail outside and a muffled peal of thunder rumbled discontentedly as if to empasize Mira's thoughts.
Mira was so absorbed in her menial task she didnt hear the first muttered words that escaped the laboring girls lips. Mira continued on with her work, unaware of the growing volume of the girls words. Mother Rea's sudden vice like grip on her shoulder brought her back to reality. Loud, clear words streamed from the girl's lips as she arced back against the contraction tearing through her body. Rea and Mira stood white faced and speechless as the words became a litany, a chant in a tongue foreign from their own.
A thunderous roar boomed from somewhere close by. Shouts began sounding from outside the infirmary, and the echo of footfalls could be heard racing through the halls. The cacophony barely registered in the minds of the two sisters inside the little room. Their attention was riveted on the woman child before them.
A second, stronger contraction carved it's way across the young woman's features and her torrent of words slid into an earsplitting scream. As the cry faded into silence, her cerulean eyes fixed onto Mira. She weakly lifted a hand to beckon Mira nearer. Hesitantly at first, then with growing courage, Mira approached the side of the bed. The girl reached out, clasped Mira's hand, and opened her mouth to speak. Haltingly, she issued a plea.
"Please... My baby... Save my daughter," she begged.
(to be continued)