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The past year the people had seen only a glimpse of the towering glory that was to come. The Great Allarrian Church of Ansgar had been proposed and caused quite the stirring of gossip throughout the entire capital of Connlaoth. Though some criticized it, there was a lot of praise for it as the nobles in the city, especially, felt it was time to properly give such a church to their patron God.

The Grand Duke had faced a lot of political punches during his reign, but now it seemed his favor was coming back in full, as the gilded peaks of the towering church began to form. Many turned their heads in awe at such a sight, and finally it was announced by the end of the month- the Great Church would be opened, and it would be a public celebration day.

Word spread quickly, for not many were allowed to step within the confines of the Grand Duke's palace itself, but that was the chosen sight for this new holy structure, and it was said the Grand Duke wished for all of his people to enjoy this blessed gift. Word also was getting around that perhaps the war was waning, that the mages were giving up- and if not...
They surely would after seeing such a sight as the Great Church.

"It is said a Golden Statue was erected of Angsar himself."

Another snorted, less enthused, "I also heard there was a gold statue of the Grand Duke as well."

"It would only be fitting. The funds came from his family line, and duchy-"

"And from the astronomical raise in taxes!"

The people were certainly torn, but like it or not, the month was moving by quickly, and the day for the Church to open its doors had finally come. The entire city was alive with energy, even long before dawn. It was said there would be a morning mass that day,a nd just about everyone- rich, poor, young and old, came out and began to line up along the great walled entry into the palace.
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Draconian

Fred had said 'just about any day now'.

Medina was stubborn though and wanted to see the historic event. It would end up in text books and Medina would get to tell her child that she had been there that morning. At the front of the rush, too! Then again, Medina hadn't been sleeping well, getting here long before dawn to wait. Even fell asleep a little after she'd sat down. The little twinges had been normal lately and she smoothed her hand over her dress.

Any day now.

Hopefully this day.

She was relatively far from home and Fred wasn't nearby.

Medina looked up when the bells rang, signalling the beginning of mass and while she'd never been overly religious she could only rub her pregnant belly and beg God for a good life for her child. Another twinge and she winced, ever so slightly. The alterioir motive for being here layed in her clenched fist.

The ring her strange gave her.

Maybe she'd see him.

Medina wanted to.

Some small part of her wanted to see him. The little part of her that was afraid. Still, Medina was full of bravado and when they finally let people into the church she walked in and her breath was stolen away. It was beautiful. Her hand smoothed over her stomach again, pressing against another twinge. Medina ended up somewhere near the front, scanning the area for her stranger. Though the twinges got worse and before long she was pale, though still looking around in awe.

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The place was packed, and Medina would find herself being bumped into on more than one occasion. It seemed the Grand Duke was no where in the crowd, which was true. High above the pews stood the Grand Duke at attention, appearing as gilded and awe inspiring as the building itself.
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Draconian

It was an elbow that had her yelp in pain.

It was like a jolt and everything went tense.

The sermon had started, a cool breeze blew in from the door - the church too full and too welcoming to close the doors. Though another surprised gasp of pain and Medina clutched her belly before biting her lip and going quiet. Labour was supposed to take hours and she could handle some pain. The people beside her were giving her odd looks, the way she stared ahead.

A shaky breath and a brief glance around.

She couldn't do this.

Medina stood up abruptly, realizing the little twinges had been labour pains and she leaned heavily on the side of the pew before she let out another yelp of pain. She wanted her sister. She wanted Fred. Fred had said any day now. Not today. Her knuckles went white with how hard she gripped the polished wood and hand clamped over her mouth to muffle another cry of pain while she tried to leave the church.

Needless to say her display had interrupted the sermon and she was oblivious to the stares, bent over and breathing through the pain, taking little steps towards the doors in between the pain.

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There was the great story of Ansgar sculpted into the walls, where lit scones made it shimmer and come to life. Even the spiraling staircase that lead to the encased pulpit where the sermon was being spoken by the elder priest, Jallick Prest, was  accentuated in such marvelous detail that danced in a deco of colors flittering in from the stained glass windows that towered up and up towards the sky. But what over shadowed all of this- even the great statues that were getting the most attention, nestled just beneath the windows- was when the word got around-

"There's a woman in labor!"

If the crowd assembled wasn't enough, soon people were pushing to get near to her. The Grand Duke hadn't noticed anything amiss until the sermon had stopped. His brow furrow and he leaned forward, but was unable to tell just what was going on. He leaned in towards one of his men, who went to investigate, but was quick to return, stating,

"My Lord,a woman- she is giving birth!"

And at such a revel, Calent's entire being froze.
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Draconian

The first cool hand to touch her forehead had her jolt and Medina quickly jerked away, only to be wracked with another pulse of pain. Why did this hurt so bad? Every fibre of her being wanted to use magic to sooth the hurt but she knew, even now, that she and her child would probably be long dead before she could explain. The way outside was blocked by curious stares and Medina got to her feet, taking deep careful breaths.

"Oh no," she whispered when she felt a trickle of liquid down her legs before she pressed a hand to the underside of her belly.

Tears welled in her eyes and she stared down at the ground, not wanting to look up at the strangers around her. The ring dug into her palm and she gave another strangled cry when a jolt of pain caught her by surprise. This was all too fast. She dreaded to believe she was going to give birth to her child in a church. That wasn't the story she wanted to tell.

Gentle hands tried to coax her towards the front of the church where there was more space, but Medina only got a few steps before she's tense up and go quiet, only to begin a frantic mumble, looking around in a panic. Where was he? She couldn't return his ring if she couldn't find him and if she has this child here as it's a boy he'd probably never take it back.

"She's mutterin' about strangers and rings,"

Which quickly enough had people give her space except for the few women who kept trying to sooth her, whispering gentle words and encouraging praises.

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There was no mistaking who it was and how this had come to be. The way the lights came in, shining down in rainbows upon the suffering woman....

Quietly he slipped away, descending down into the masses. It didn't take his men long to command order while Calent remained on the side lines, int he shadows. The head guard moved forward, a mordecai- evident by the crest on his armor.

"My lady.. please, you are in labor. It is requested you lay here and bare this child."

The priest went on to agree.

"There is no other place as safe as this sanctuary in the church. Surely Ansgar is meant to praise you, praise this child in this new and most holy of places. Please.." He moved to help her, fetching pillows and commanding his brothers to fetch water.

ANd once they were able to get her seated, the priest went on to ask, "The husband- where is he? Shall we send for him or is he here among us?"
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Draconian

No!

She didn't want to have it here!

Still, the commanding tones had her obey. Medina was scared and quickly enough she was on her back, propped up by pillows. Frantic shakes of her head, "I don't know," the concept of lying wasn't present in her head but he squeezed the ring tighter. Lying and just not telling all the facts would achieve the same thing. "I don't know," another wave of pain and she moved her free hand to her face, to cover her eyes.

Tears welled in her golden eyes and her dark hair clung to her sweaty forehead.

Having her child in the church.

Labour was long, Medina knew, and for the most part she was quiet except for a few pained moans. It wasn't until the pain got worse but everything got dark and hazy, head tilted back, face pale. Face lax and she dropped the ring - which thankfully tucked it's self into the fold of her skirts. The pain seemed far away and she stared up at the grand church, deaf to the commotion around her which apparently was worse.

Still, her eyes drifted closed and her body went lax, almost as if she had died.  Really though, she'd just fainted.

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It seemed all had been going well, but when the woman became more suffered by the passing hours, the guests were ushered outside, leaving just a few behind to witness and care for the woman screaming in pain. But when it seemed no progress was being made, and a local doctor called in, and the woman- fainting, he could only fear the worst.

"We need the woman awake. The child can not push itself out. The longer she remains in this writhing state the more dangerous this'll become. Both woman and child could be compromised-" The doctor was trying to explain, and at such a notion did finally the Grand Duke step forward.

"A thing that will not happen in my church."

The men all present were quick to bow.

"MY Lord..."

But the man was silenced as Calent raised his hand and looked down at the woman's form. It figured fate would rue him on this day.

"Get smelling salts, or anything else that we can use to awaken her."

The last thing he wanted, needed, was for a pregnant woman to die in this church during its grand ceremony.

"And water.. fresh hot water, and more towels!" the Grand Duke barked, only then- being so close to Medina in her state, did he realize how much fear gripped him that this could be the end.
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Draconian

Medina jolted awake with a sharp gasp an her world was pain. Alert, eyes wide and golden Medina gave a hushed moan, pressing her hands to her belly and dropping her head back. Still pale the pain got worse until she quietly, face red, bared down. By now her legs were naked with her dress draped over her raised knees for modesty, the doctor checking her progress.

There were words said but it was all a blur and she's just numbly nod to whatever was said.

It took a while for her to notice him, a brief glance around had him catch her eye and she stared at him for a few minutes before another wave of pain had her tense up and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"This is it," she gasped out, clutching at her dress, shifting her position. She knew it would be soon, the pressure was too much. The pain was a far away thought and when she felt hands on her knees and a body between her legs - currently she didn't care who it was - she was only glad that someone was to help her instead of embarrassed.

The gentle urge to push from the doctor - off to the side - and Medina followed the instructions, silent and stoic, gasping for breath between the contractions. It wasn't until the pressure was gone and the loud wail of a baby was heard did she go boneless, eyes closing while she gasped for breath.

"Is it healthy?" She gasped out, eyes opening to look blearily at the figure by her waist.

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Though the doctor was more than capable of it, it seemed he was growing a bit frantic. There was a lot of blood- as there always was during birth, but he was seeming clammy in the moment rather than stoic and strong as he ought to. Eventually, as it seemed the help wasn't moving fast enough,t he Grand Duke moved forward, rolling sleeves backa nd handing off his gloves.

"Let me help."

And who was to oppose him. ANd while he got down with the doctor between her legs, her couldn't believe what he was witnessing- Or even how it had happened, but as the child cried and writhed, alive to the world, he found himself cradling it in his arms. It was a sloppy mess, only lightly patted off from its birthing, but nothing could stray his eyes from the child's as they looked at one another, and the little infant wailed.

"Healthy with those wind pipes!" One of the men chimed in, which finally broke the tension as laughter echoed throughout the church.

"Well, what is it? What did the little lady have?"

All eyes went ot the Grand Duke, who was still staring down at the child. He didn't even bother to look. He already knew.

"A boy."

It seemed everyone paused.

"She had a baby boy."
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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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A boy.

Medina laid back, eyes closed briefly before she looked to the Grand Duke. Staring at him while he held her child. Their child. He'd delivered his own son. Dread filled her and she felt tears well in her eyes, her arms out and open. "Hand me my son," she whispered voice shaking, sitting up straighter, staring at her child in the Grand Duke's arms. "Please."

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If there was any hesitation, he didn't show it. He knelt before her, as any man so grand a station could, and held the wriggling, loosely clothed child to her.

"Your son is beautiful," he murmured, the second the boy was in her arms.
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My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Draconian

Medina just about started to cry once her wriggling baby was in her arms and not wanting to bare her breast in front of so many strangers for the baby to occupy his mouth she nuzzled her knuckle in and the baby grew silent.  Medina looked to Calent, trying to smile and she looked at her son again. In the flesh. Right there in her arms.

"I would be honoured if you named..." Medina paused, looking down at the baby again. Eyes closed, exaughsted from the ordeal. As was she, "if you named the son you delivered, my lord." Medina had a name at some point. Though she was feeling sentimental and hoped that at least in some small way he'd been thinking of his child. Medina wasn't expecting him to, though mostly she just wanted to sleep now.

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Calent hadn't expected this, and the silence lasted longer than intended. But it was someone else that breathed the name that was to stay.

"Hope."

It was a young priestess that worked for the church.

"On such a day, it's what we all need..." she murmured, sorely embarrassed as she dropped her gaze to the floor, and flinching as if expecting a flogging. For a while, Calent stared between mother and child and repeated the name.

"Hope."
And it seemed his son already knew to whom he was addressing, as he turned to his father with his bright eyes of green.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Draconian

"Hope," Medina repeated, eyes drifting closed. A jolt of panic set in and she pushed Hope towards Calent, arms weak. Once the child was firmly back in his fathers arms she felt the world go dark and heavy, head tipping back an her long dark hair pooling behind her. Medina had fallen into an exaughsted sleep when she probably should have been at her most alert, though even that couldn't keep her awake.

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Not expecting the woman to so easily hand back her child, or even then so- to suddenly pass out on the floor; Calent kept his cool, pressing the child close to him as he commanded order.
"Tend to her quickly and with care. SHe must have been weak from child birth. Be quick to clean the mess and the woman..." He eyed her unmoving form with a frown.
"Bring her with me."

"And the child?" the priest asked, curiousity sparkling inside his eyes.

Calent looked down to the babe, the back to the priest.
"I will take him for now." And he bowed before the priest. "At your blessing."

The priest chuckled. "But of course. Let us be quick. I shall bless the child and you can be on your way. and See to it to treat this woman right.S he has given us a great gift this day." He chuckled again. "Hope!"

The holy water was brought forth and the child welcomed to the church by its first bath, and soon was swaddled in small clothes and returned to the Grand Duke, who made haste back to the palace, where woman and child were left quietly to their devices while... Well...
The Grand Duke had much to explain to his wife.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Draconian

Medina smoothed a hand over her stomach, a little personal ritual when she woke up. The first thing that set in though was fear and panic when she didn't feel the familiar bump. Instantly she sat up, hair loose and she looked around. The plush bed and grand room weren't even noticed, though the cooing from beside the bed caught her attention.

Her son.

Hope.

Medina tossed her hair over her shoulder and crawled to the side of the bed. Looking down at the little baby before she picked him up, pulling her clothing to the side to bare her breast. Cradling him to her while he ate. Simply she stared at him, her finger tracing his little cheeks and his dark hair.

"Hi, Little One," she whispered, looking up quickly when the door closed only to see a maid beside the door.

"His Lordship requested we let him know when you've awoken," her voice was soft and gentle, trying not to alert the hungry baby. Just as quickly she was on her way to tell the Grand Duke his guests woke up.

Medina just gave a confused nod before she turned back to her child, finger tracing his features and gently holding his tiny perfect hand. While he ate, she was oblivious to little else and she sat on the plush bed, humming her lullaby and examining her child with a gentle smile on her face.

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When the Grand Duke returned, he came alone- and quiet. He saw the vision of mother and child and dare not disturb it, but remained in the doorway, eyes lingering on the pair.
CHECK OUT MY LATEST SITE EVENT!
The Never King- a king erased from history because of his dabblings in dark magic (among other things...) suddenly because a present day problem when an unlikely group of adventurers 'awakens' him from the grave. You can read more about the event on the plotting page here and information page here!

I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

Draconian

It wasn't until she switched sides did she notice someone in the doorway. The humming stopped and she stared at him for a few moments. Swallowing carefully her eyes went wide before she looked down at Hope. "He looks a lot like his father," she commented idly, gently biting her lip before it bloomed into a bright smile again, gazing at her child.

"He has his eyes," a small smile to Calent and she shuffled to the edge of the bed. "When I'm done feeding him, would you like to hold him?"