Though it was Ubariya's desire to leave the city to give birth she allows herself to be directed into the building by Heliasillyel. She dismounts from the skitterer and briefly directs it to place a thick sheet of webbing in the center of the room stretched from ceiling to floor but at a comfortable angle. Climbing onto the web she reclines somewhat and grasps the strands of the web with all her sundry appendages preparing for birthing.
As the next hours pass Ubariya gives birth attended by those of her fellow gods who choose to remain and assist as midwives.
Her first born is humanoid, human in form and near full-grown, with a faint shape of ear similar to that of the elves but is unbreathing. A birth-membrane covers his face and his body has taken on a blueish hue. In dismay and concern Ubariya places one hand upon his chest. "Experience this life, young one! Breathe!" With a wracking, shuddering cough the young human hacks up the pieces of membrane that had fouled his mouth and nose. For a brief moment, the membrane seems to mirror the young man-boy and then it fades to nothingness. Another shudder and the boy begins to breathe easily and his color reverts to the healthy pink of new skin.
Her second born is not visibly human at all but a large sphere of web-like material. It ripples and pulses from the movement of whatever creature or creatures are within it. Quickly she summons a skitterer and fastens the egg-sac to its back. "Take them home, strong one, and guard them well. I shall return home later."
The third birthing results in a tangle of small humanoid forms, nearly half the size of her first born and each with a shock of bright, golden-colored hair. There are four in total, male and female, and each grasps another's ankle or arm or in some other fashion. None seem willing to relinquish their grip without a struggle and much wailing. Soon after birth they fall into an exhausted sleep still clutching their siblings.
Ubariya also seems much exhausted after her third birthing sequence and, for the moment, does not seem to expect more. She flops back on her webbed bed and heaves a deep sigh of contentment. "It is well, I think, Sister," she says to Heliasillyel with a tired smile. Despite having given birth Ubariya is still quite large.
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