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Post by Kieran Kaliba on Oct 31, 2018 11:43:28 GMT -8
The young infant was standing in his crib when other infants could scarcely sit up. It had meant that the infernal blood within him was stronger than expected. It also meant that mornings often meant surprises for the new mother. Sometimes, he slept soundly, however- and this was one of those mornings. Already growing a bit too large for full swaddling, the baby was curled up in a position that showed his awareness of his body. The blanket was cast aside as if he was too hot in the night. His rattle clutched in his hand, however loosely. There was seldom a surprise she didn't enjoy when it came to her infant son. He was a challenge and a little bit of an experiment too. It was fascinating to witness what new things he would learn or do, or express. Often she awakened when he did, either by cries for nourishment or by his exploration of his crib. Milhin was becoming accustomed to being awakened by the sound of that rattle. Bless Lilwen. Really.
This morning she awakened before Kieran. Slipping out of bed, she donned a silk robe and crossed the floor to the crib where he lay. "Oh, Sweetling." She crooned softly, splaying her hand over the crown of his head, threading fingers through the baby soft wisps of his hair.
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Post by Kieran Kaliba on Oct 31, 2018 11:44:58 GMT -8
The blanket stirred. Or rather something underneath it did. A coiled serpent, uncategorized by most tomes on the subject. The coiled serpent bared his fangs as it lunged outward with supernatural speed but stopped just short of Milhin's wrist, still poised and no longer coiled it drew back- eyes intent on the mother as Kieran stirred at his mother's voice- not looking at her- but instead the serpent.
" Mama." Came the words, not sing-song- but recognized simply. The words formed on his young lips as clear as could be. His lips parted in sudden laughter, as the snake moved to slither out of the crib.
Milhin blinked rapidly as the blanket shifted to reveal the serpent. Her mind had just flickered to the thought of snatching it up from the crib, when it sprang before she could otherwise react. It pulled back just short of sinking its fangs into her wrist. She could not help the sharp inhale of surprise.
Now this was the time when most mothers would scream and make a fuss over there being a snake in their infant's bed. But not Milhin. "Yes, sweetheart. Mama." She affirmed, reaching to place her hands under his arms and lift him out of the crib as the snake slithered away. Had he somehow conjured the serpent as protection? Said protection pulling back once recognizing it was not needed in this situation?
"No conjuring snakes to bite Mama...or Daddy either." She smiled and moved to grip the snake with precision at the back of it's head so it could not turn to strike her. "As much as I love it, perhaps we should not let this roam free for now, hmm?" She placed a loud kiss against Kieran's temple and carried him on her hip as she moved to secure the snake in a crate or jar used for spell components.
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Post by Kieran Kaliba on Oct 31, 2018 11:47:22 GMT -8
The serpent didn't wiggle, in fact--- it felt hot. Scalding hot for something so cold-blooded, and then it seemed to burn away, leaving only ash and soot where the body had been in her hand. The infant didn't give the beast another look as it seemed to be rendered to little more than the base remainder. From out from under the crib, scurried another pest- a rat.
Black furred, with a tail seemingly split in two at the end- the vermin scurried out towards the door. It would appear the serpent was not the only thing watching out for her son while the two of them slumbered.
Kieran waved his rattle in his hand even as he was held- the sound of the quartz inside racking against the outer casing. " Mamamamamamamamama." The infant shook his head enthusiastically but did not cry.
Milhin opened her fingers, allowing the ash to fall away from her hand. She brushed the remnants from her palm, pausing as the two-tailed rat scurried from beneath the crib. She wasn't as concerned about the rat. While it might give someone a fright if it was seen, it would not be deemed dangerous like the snake. "We don't need a witch hunt coming for my unholy demon spawn, do we?" The words were crooned with affection in 'baby speak' as she tickled beneath his chin.
"I do like your pets. I've been told that it is important for a child to have pets at a young age. For companionship and to teach responsibility. Perhaps you're a bit young for responsibility yet." Yes, she was officially a parent. Carrying on a one-sided conversation with her baby.
Milhin then fed and changed him as was their morning routine. Afterward, she allowed him to play with her spell components. The safe ones of course. This child would learn from a young age the difference between graveyard and normal soil. Sometimes Ember would join them for her lessons. Something told her that Kieran, a child who seemed far more intelligent than his age would allow, gained something from those lessons too.
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Post by Kieran Kaliba on Oct 31, 2018 11:49:12 GMT -8
Another word. " Pets. Pets! Pets. My Pets!" He sang as he crawled among the spell components, taking a bulb of anise and moving to an urn of graveyard soil.
What was odd that day in their 'lessons' is that in an urn of graveyard soil, was buried a doll recently given to the infant by Baracus. Why the child had buried it, or even how was a bit of a mystery- but now the doll held an unmistakable aura of necromancy.
Kieran had been prone to the occasional headache, scratching at his head above the forehead. Today was no different as it felt as if he had twin knots, underneath his skin and swelling. Milhin, well versed with anatomy would note that his horns were coming in- an inconvenient physical manifestation of his heritage.
"How did you get this in here without me noticing, Kieran?" She pulled the dolly out and brushed the soil from it. "You've done something very clever, haven't you? The soil from a graveyard is used in many Necromancy spells. You're going to take after Mama, aren't you? Yes you are!" Milhin cooed.
She had been so excited when she'd noticed the tiny bulges protruding from his skull. Milhin didn't have horns. Her demonic attributes manifested in different ways. Fangs, for instance. But she imagined it was rather uncomfortable, growing horns. Like growing teeth. When he fussed and itched, she would press cool cloths to the knots to soothe the discomfort. Rosewyn had provided a tincture for Milhin to give him if the discomfort became such that it prevented him from sleeping or caused him to fuss overly.
The doll twitched at her brushing, as if it moved on it's own. When she put it down it clambered up to it's feet and began to wander the table towards Kieran who was on the floor at present among the urns of dirt.
Sitting upright, the rapidly developing child watched the approaching doll- animated with some spiritual force. As golems go it was quite reductive and simplistic. Still- such were days with Kieran. Something guided the child, something beyond his hereditary intelligence. He smiled at cooed at his new toy, clapping his hands together.
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