This is an idea from the world of Black Ink Plague, my NaNoWriMo story, though not a part of the main story, it is something that happened to all of the inkblood characters.
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They debated it for months, as her stomach grew. Whispered fiercely over their two sleeping children, both girls, who would need dowries if they wanted to marry well.
Bina hoped fiercely that her child would be a boy, and spared what her husband had argued for. But the baby, Meline, was a girl. And tonight, the first full moon after her birth, only three days old, Meline would spend a night under the branches of a Rakau tree.
If Meline lived, and Bina prayed with all her heart that tomorrow she would not return to find her child dead or missing, Meline would be an inkblood, blessed by the trees.
With the sun sinking into the earth, Bina carried her baby, tightly wrapped against the night’s chill, and placed her carefully at the roots of a Rakau tree. With tears welling in her eyes, she kissed Melina on the forehead. “I love you, little one. No matter what, you are loved.”
She hurried away before the last of the light left, which would make her sacrifice be in vain. Then she would wait the long hours until sunrise to hurry back to her child, and see what magic had been wrought. Meline, as a caster of spells, an inkblood, would never go hungry. Standing by the window, staring out into the darkness, Bina held that hope close.