~Windless Mountain~
A few months later.
One sunny afternoon, Elva was already in labor, her water broke one hour ago.
Veronica had everything ready in Elva's room. She looked at the deity's face grimacing in pain. "Do you want to drink water or eat anything?" she asked.
Elva shook her head. "Nah, I'm not hungry nor thirsty, I just feel discomfort down there in my pelvic region," she replied.
"Why don't you rest in the bed to save your energy?" Veronica offered.
"Later, I just want to keep walking for a while. I can feel that I'm ready to give birth anytime from now," Elva responded. "Ouch!" she yelled painfully, her face contorted in pain as the baby rammed her pelvic region once again.
"Are you okay?" Veronica rushed to her side to assist.
"I'm fine, it's just normal pain associated with birthing," Elva explained.
"Aright, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare a pumpkin soup for you," Veronica suggested.
"Okay, go on," Elva replied with a nod of her head.
