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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:14:23 GMT -8
"Ember, Sweetling, fetch me that clay pot on the bottom shelf." Milhin crooned gently, extending her hand to gesture to a particular shelf. "I can't bend to reach it myself." She knew her sweet baby sister would be more than pleased to assist her with her spells.
It was a good way to begin teaching the girl spellcraft. Spell components and their functions were something easy to begin teaching Ember while heavily pregnant Milhin was at less than her optimum.
Trent's call drew her attention and she lifted her head towards the door. He'd best not be long. "I look forward to hearing about it, enamorata." She answered in the moment before he left. Her hand caressed her swollen abdomen and she exhaled a strained breath.
Ember watched everything Milhin was doing, absorbing information about what was being taught like a sponge. She was enjoying herself since her arrival, helping out her big sister. As Milhin's voice touched her ears, calling her name, Ember lifted her head, looking to her sister with emerald hues. Though she did not speak, she would indeed answer Milhin as she gave her a nod of the head. Ember floated downward on that billowy cloud till she reached the bottom shelf. Reaching out with both hands, Ember grasped the clay pot carefully and brought it towards her chest. Holding it to her chest so that she would not drop it, Ember wrapped her arms around it to secure it against her. Once Ember was satisfied, she began to float upward once more to meet Milhin's height.
As Trent's voice rang out, Ember turned her head to look towards the door. Ember wondered when she would see the man again. She enjoyed his demeanor when she met him in the Temple. Ember giggled, turning her head to look to Milhin once more, still holding the pot
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:14:59 GMT -8
"You found the correct one." The corner of Milhin's mouth lifted. "Thank you, Ember." She patted the girl's head and took the clay pot, setting it on the worktable beside the focus of their activity today. A dead, emaciated, mummified cat on a tray.
"We are going to have to get you to speak eventually." Milhin took the lid from the pot, revealing stale earth within. She began to spread dirt over the corpse, handful by handful until it was completely covered. "Many spells won't function without speaking the proper incantations."
"For example..." She turned and spread her fingers out over the dirt covered dead cat and began to speak in the language of the arcane, a web of the tongue to those not trained.
The combination of incantation and spell component, accentuated by the tracing of symbols in the graveyard dirt accomplished its goal. The little body beneath the dirt shuddered and began to twitch. First the flattened tail with half of it's hair missing...and then its ears. And then abruptly the cloth-wrapped cat rose up from beneath the dirt and shook itself free of the soil.
Ember smiled and released her hold on the pot as Milhin confirmed that it was indeed the correct one and patting her head. Those emerald hues moved towards the cat and brought her right hand up. She extended her index finger and reached out to poke the mummified creature while giggling.
Eyes moved up towards Milhin once more as she spoke again. Mihin pulled her hand back towards herself and dropped her arm to her side. That head canted as she watched what Milhin was doing.when Milhin told her that many spells require speah, Ember's lips curled downward into a frown.
Ember watched her sister curiously as Milhin began to work. When the dirt began to move, embers lips were no longer frowning, they had turned around and we're now curling upward as she watched on fascinated now. When the bandages became exposed from the soil as it flew off in different directions, Ember brought her hands up in front of her chest and began to clap
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:15:36 GMT -8
Milhin chuckled softly at Ember's reaction to the crypt cat. "It is for you, Sweetling. A little pet for my Poppet." She booped Ember's nose with the tip of a dirt smudged finger before wiping her hands.
The crypt cat opened it's mouth emitted a pathetic garbled squeaky meow .
A grimace crossed her features and she quickly waved it away. "You may name it what you wish, Ember, it belongs to you. A gift." Milhin let exhaled slowly between her teeth and slowly wandered over to a chair to awkwardly lower herself into it.
When Milhin said that the crypt cat was for her, Ember's brows rose and she looked to Milhin in disbelief. Ember then began to blink her eyes, then giggled as she heard the mew that came from the creature. Mother had never brought anything dead back to life for her, nor gave her a pet. Ember moved her arms up and extended then, taking the cat and pulled it toward her. She closed her eyes as she hugged the cat against her chest, holding it there, "Pincess." she bit her lower lip and swayed her upper torso left to right and back again.
Ember's smile quickly fading as she noticed her sister sitting in the chair. Quickly she dropped the cat and began to float over towards Milhin as the cat landed on all fours, letting out that garbled squeak once again. As Ember reached her sister's side, she stopped and canted her head, looking at her. "Mihin?"
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:16:05 GMT -8
It wasn't alive, but...Milhin didn't see the point in explaining that to the girl at the moment. And she didn't particularly feel like expending the energy on the words. It was the perfect pet for a child. It didn't need to eat, or sleep, or defecate. You didn't need to clean up after it. And it would do whatever Ember wanted. A perfect and hardy little friend.
She was, however, surprised by the words Ember uttered. Milhin sat stunned in silence for a long moment, trying to decide how to react. She decided to treat it was if it were completely normal and give neither enthusiastic praise or surprise. Simply acceptance and normalizing. "You are naming it Princess. A good name, Sweetling."
Ember spoke her name. She felt a twinge of pride. And of guilt. Had Travine ever heard the child utter the sacred title of 'mother'? Or any words at all? She doubted it. And yet in such a short time Ember had named her pet. And her sister.
Milhin reached out and patted Ember's hand. "I think...this little niece or nephew of yours...is eager to meet you. And will be here very soon."
Ember smiled when Milhin told her that Princess was a good name for the cat. When Milhin patted her hand and spoke to her about her niece or nephew coming soon, she canted her head to the right. Ember's face then scrunched wondering how the baby was going to come out of Milhin. She brought her right hand up and thought for a moment, making a knife appear in her hand. She then looked up at Milhin wondering if that was how the baby was going to come out of her
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Race: Half demon-half drow
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:17:05 GMT -8
Space warped and bent, and back was he among the couch and the burning fire that remained in the central chamber. Trent glanced for a moment around the room- letting his senses draw him to the mother of his child. That had taken a bit longer than expected, but it would remain to be seen if it was a worthwhile investment. Monet's continued development would ensure that progress could continue- to say nothing about the sentiment of the act.
Abigail was powerful. Yes. But Monet could've won. Should've. If only to end that chapter of the bloody history of perceived injustices and slights.
But in truth, he didn't care. He meant what he said. He had little upside in seeing her stronger- but he had promises to keep. Preparing her for the cabal would be difficult..unlike Amrite and the others. To say nothing of the amnesiac.
Milhin shook her head slowly. "No, sweetling. That isn't how babies come out. Not unless there is trouble." Her brow creased in a grimace. "Trent has returned. Would you go and get him for me, Ember? I think...the baby is coming."
Ember frowned slightly as Milhin told her that cutting someone wasnt how babies came out. She thought that would have been neat to watch. The knife disappeared from her hand as she began to picture Milhin being cut open with a knife and a baby yanked out of her when suddenly she was pulled from the image. Ember nodded her head and quickly floated off to go find Trent.
When she reached the central chambers, Ember's eyes would find Trent sitting on the couch and she floated over to him. Once she got to the man, she reached out to take his hand if he would allow and pull on it, trying to coax him to come with her
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:17:31 GMT -8
He nodded followed, taking Ember's hand, when he got to Milhin, his lips parted for a moment as if to speak, and as if knowing just how along she was- he stuttered for a moment, and then did what any self respsecting dark wizard would do.
"MOM!"
Across the grounds of the people's palace, in an office that was currently occupied- space and time began to bubble, roil, and churn and ripped Rosewyn right from where she was sitting enjoying a cup of tea, and deposited her right beside his pregnant lover.
" Baby. Coming. NOW. HELP. "
Milhin watched expectantly when Ember led Trent into the room. She knew the moment he realized, because his complexion became rather pale all at once and his mouth was moving, but no intelligible sound came out. Finally, the word came out with such volume that even Milhin started slightly, gripping the arms of the chair.
Rosewyn's teacup slipped from her grasp and rolled onto the floor in the office with a dunk dunk-dunk. She was gone, arriving with an abrupt pop as she materialized right next to Milhin. Bewildered, she sat up straight, looking about as she straightened her hair. "Trent, what on earth...?"
Baby. Coming. NOW. HELP.
Immediately Rosewyn smiled. "Oh good. It's about time. I wasn't sure how much your demon heritage would affect the gestation period. Trent, help her into bed. And- no, no, don't faint- things are going to be just fine. Ember, sweetheart, I want you to stay right there and make sure Trent keeps breathing, alright?" Her tone was smooth and reassuring as if she had done this a hundred times before, or more. And she had.
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:18:09 GMT -8
Ember led Trent through the halls and into the room in which her older sister was sitting down on that chair. She had not moved. Ember tilted her head back to look up at Trent. Suddenly Trent yelled for his mother. The loudness and urgency startled Ember, causing her to jerk her torso and let go of his hand. She began to float towards her sister's side when suddenly a strange woman's voice was heard. Ember blinked and turned around, seeing Rosewyn. The look on Ember's face one of confusion on how this woman knew to be here right now.
"Yes, darling son. You do that." Rosewyn resisted chuckling at Trent's indignation followed by his quick acquiescence. He was the one who had called for his mommy. But there was no sense in adding insult to injury. She took control of a birthing room in the way a General took command of a battlefield. Unseen servants flitted in with everything she required from towels to water to clean blankets and such.
The eviction notice had been promptly obeyed and the next few hours passed like a blur. A high pain tolerance ensured the People's Palace was not inundated with the screams of a woman giving birth. Instead, the night was almost peaceful and few aside from those in the room knew what was happening until it was long over. Trent's hand had born the brunt of Milhin's expressions of pain.
And soon enough, an angry baby boy with healthy lungs was deposited upon Milhin's chest, soon calmed by a full belly and warm swaddling.
He was quiet for much of these moments, other than the encouraging words he gave when needed- and the many times he pressed his lips against her forehead and wiped the perspiration from her brow. The boy was angry, no doubt unwilling to be in the world just yet.
But He would have to get used to it. Trent looked at his son, then to his lover, and found himself overcome in that moment. Sylvie.... she could see him, he was sure. See her sister. Had been here in her own way. But the staff- wouldn't pass to this boy. No. Something else awaited this child. He could tell, because despite the quiet and peace Rosewyn had brought... Trent had seen the storm brewing off at see- could see the murder of crows that harried outside the window.
Despite the omesn, he smiled. " We haven't even thought of a name...."
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:18:36 GMT -8
Milhin was exhausted, but strangely she was insanely happy at the same time. Hormones meant to ensure she fell in love with her child and took care of it, no doubt. Far different from the way things went in the lives of most demons, who were often abandoned at birth to seek their own way. But these little infants...they were so helpless compared to a full-blooded high demon. She found herself overwhelmed with the urge to protect this child and ensure he never felt pain or sorrow. Despite the omen both she and Trent could clearly read.
Already the pain of the birth was receding, spurred by her preternatural regeneration, low grade that it was. There was no doubt Milhin would recover quickly. Trent's kiss upon her forehead elicited a smile. "He's lovely, darling." She crooned softly, idly splaying fingers along the crown of the infant's head. In truth he could be a monstrous terror and Milhin would find her child beautiful.
"What do you think of...Kieran?"
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Post by Milhin LeNoir on Oct 20, 2018 10:20:29 GMT -8
He nodded, " I mean- Aliteration. But other than that.... I really like it. Has a kind of quiet strength to it. Or...not so quiet as his lungs seem to say." he said one hand brushing through her hair, the other slipping over the back of the baby boy nestled against his mother.
He looked to his mother as she was leaving the two of them alone and smiled, a genuine expression of thanks. He didn't need to say it but he did. " Thank you, Mother. "
"Kieran, then." She said with a nod. "Kieran Kaliba." Milhin lifted her head just as Rosewyn was leaving, Trent's thanks drawing her attention away from their son just long enough for her to offer a smile and a nod of agreement.
Rosewyn turned at the door, looking over at the little family and smiled. "You're welcome, of course. If you need me..." Her brow furrowed slightly, though her smile never left. "Well, I know I'll find myself here as soon as I can blink. I'll tell everyone the good news. Lord Magister." She chuckled and closed the door behind him.
Trent wasn't living that one down for a long, long time.
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