[ She laughs—the harsh, sudden bark of someone who wasn't expecting to do so. ]

You know, in my experience, gods that ask for blood are cranky enough as it is!

[ That's how it is for the one she knows most personally, anyway! The thought is enough to wash restless energy through her limbs, and, still smiling, she pushes her belly up from the dirt. Rolling into a sitting posture of her own, she lets her legs sprawl in front of her in a decidedly unqueenly pose. ]

It sounds like they still have preparations to make. Think it's too mundane to say somebody procrastinated?