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HelpRe: Amara L's Halloween Congrats round #1 (sign-ups allowed)
in reply to a message by Amara L.
DRACOTORIX
LN: Ankhara-Sylvain
SO1: Andromache Wilhelmina Sylvain {Witch}
SO2: Dorian Rune Ankhara {Warlock}
DD: Luna Morrigan {Witch}
Andromache isn't sure what they will do with the baby if she gets called to court again, but is excited to have it nonetheless. She knows from family history that if it is a girl, she will be a powerful witch and hopefully take the place that Andromache and her ancestors have taken. If it's a boy, it could be a magic-user, but coud also be a regular human, which would be a disappointment.
Dorian is excited and hopes that the baby will be a magic-user, so he can help to train it. Even better if it's a boy, and he can help to develop his warlock skills. But perhaps they could find a wizard to train him?
The child was born just after sunset, and when she opened her mouth the wind changed direction. That's how anyone who hadn't seen that it was a girl knew that a new magic-user had been born in the witch's house. Dorian picked up the baby and stared at her face; she had bown eyes like he did and a bit of dark brown hair. She may be a girl, but she already seemed to be taking after her father.
Since she was a girl and part of an old line of witches, her middle name has been predetermined: Morrigan, the name of her great-grandmother. Her first name was decided when her newborn eyes strayed from those of her father and looked out the window, fixated on the rising moon. "Luna", Andromeda whispered.
Dorian started mouthing the words to a protection spell under his breath, a simple charm to bless the child and keep her safe through the night. But the words stuck in his throat. The syllables ran through his head, but he could not make sense of the words. He looked up in panic at the mother. "Andromache--" he whispered. The child began to squirm. "I can't--"
"Yes, you can." Calmly, Andromache began a spell of her own, and Dorian felt himself close his eyes, but not of his own accord. He felt his throat tingle as the spell came out of his mouth and Andromache held his hand, guiding him through the simple spell as if he were a child. In the end the charm was completed, and Luna gazed up at him, glowing.
Andromeda reached up and touched Dorian's face. She could tell he was angered at himself. "It's better this way," she said, "that the blessing is delivered by both parents at once."
"But-"
"There are no buts. You saw she had your eyes. It's no surprise she has you powers as well. She'll feed from you for a while; seven days perhaps, and no more."
"I've never heard of this happening before."
"It happens all the time with warlocks."
"But she isn't a--"
"You were with her for the entire gestation period. That's rare with the children of witches, especially when they aren't in court."
"I didn't know witches would feed that way."
"I didn't either. but I've seen young warlocks do it. The effects will wear off in a week or so and you'll be back to normal."
"They better wear off soon; I feel like a baby myself."
"That's why you're here. As long as you don't go off on your own or get yourself into any danger while she's still feeding from you, you won't have anything to worry about."
"If you're sure that's what happens-"
"I'm sure. Now come outside and we'll head for the forest. It isn't right that a witch should spend her first night on earth locked up without the soil to touch her and tell her secrets, and with a roof between her and the stars."
With that Dorian opened the door and walked with Andromache into the trees, the baby in his arms looking back and forth from her parents to the moon and back.
LN: Ankhara-Sylvain
SO1: Andromache Wilhelmina Sylvain {Witch}
SO2: Dorian Rune Ankhara {Warlock}
DD: Luna Morrigan {Witch}
Andromache isn't sure what they will do with the baby if she gets called to court again, but is excited to have it nonetheless. She knows from family history that if it is a girl, she will be a powerful witch and hopefully take the place that Andromache and her ancestors have taken. If it's a boy, it could be a magic-user, but coud also be a regular human, which would be a disappointment.
Dorian is excited and hopes that the baby will be a magic-user, so he can help to train it. Even better if it's a boy, and he can help to develop his warlock skills. But perhaps they could find a wizard to train him?
The child was born just after sunset, and when she opened her mouth the wind changed direction. That's how anyone who hadn't seen that it was a girl knew that a new magic-user had been born in the witch's house. Dorian picked up the baby and stared at her face; she had bown eyes like he did and a bit of dark brown hair. She may be a girl, but she already seemed to be taking after her father.
Since she was a girl and part of an old line of witches, her middle name has been predetermined: Morrigan, the name of her great-grandmother. Her first name was decided when her newborn eyes strayed from those of her father and looked out the window, fixated on the rising moon. "Luna", Andromeda whispered.
Dorian started mouthing the words to a protection spell under his breath, a simple charm to bless the child and keep her safe through the night. But the words stuck in his throat. The syllables ran through his head, but he could not make sense of the words. He looked up in panic at the mother. "Andromache--" he whispered. The child began to squirm. "I can't--"
"Yes, you can." Calmly, Andromache began a spell of her own, and Dorian felt himself close his eyes, but not of his own accord. He felt his throat tingle as the spell came out of his mouth and Andromache held his hand, guiding him through the simple spell as if he were a child. In the end the charm was completed, and Luna gazed up at him, glowing.
Andromeda reached up and touched Dorian's face. She could tell he was angered at himself. "It's better this way," she said, "that the blessing is delivered by both parents at once."
"But-"
"There are no buts. You saw she had your eyes. It's no surprise she has you powers as well. She'll feed from you for a while; seven days perhaps, and no more."
"I've never heard of this happening before."
"It happens all the time with warlocks."
"But she isn't a--"
"You were with her for the entire gestation period. That's rare with the children of witches, especially when they aren't in court."
"I didn't know witches would feed that way."
"I didn't either. but I've seen young warlocks do it. The effects will wear off in a week or so and you'll be back to normal."
"They better wear off soon; I feel like a baby myself."
"That's why you're here. As long as you don't go off on your own or get yourself into any danger while she's still feeding from you, you won't have anything to worry about."
"If you're sure that's what happens-"
"I'm sure. Now come outside and we'll head for the forest. It isn't right that a witch should spend her first night on earth locked up without the soil to touch her and tell her secrets, and with a roof between her and the stars."
With that Dorian opened the door and walked with Andromache into the trees, the baby in his arms looking back and forth from her parents to the moon and back.
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