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knightsoflegend2015-07-06 02:20 pm
births ♔ welcome to the fallout
WHO || Myri, Vi, THEIR BABIES, Risa, Solace, Various visitors and famiree and wellwishers
WHAT ||THE BABIES ARE COMING
WHERE ||Dragon's Light Wing, the Castle
WHEN ||June 15th (Vi) and June 28th (Myri)
HOW || Actionspam
[ Vi's baby comes first, the labor pangs beginning around 9pm on the 14th, while she's alone, watching TV.
Myri's wake her up in the middle of the night, at 4am, on June 28th. ]


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[Okay, yeah, that wakes her up.]
Uh, yeah, I can do that. Do you want us all to head over there right away?
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Alright, let me make the phone calls and I'll head over. Give me 15 minutes?
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[ And Buffy hangs up and continues to phone tree through Kat and ?? whoever else Myri had her on watch to include? ]
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He's the one that made sure Myri understood that the knights are like famil okay.]
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I'm here! I'm here, is she okay? [ She barrels through, and though her question seems to be aimed at Solace, her eyes are on Myri. ]
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[Bless modern medicine.]
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wynn appears in the doorway, hovering there about that moment. ]
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Well, that's unexpected. She stops and stares for a moment, before she manages a smile.]
Hello, sir.
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I'm sorry if we woke you. I just... [She thought you would want to know what was happening.]
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MAKE A FORTITUDE SAVE ]
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the child has a pale complexion like her mother, finnick's blonde hair, and one startling - and beautiful - feature: her eyes are a sparkling unnaturally bright emerald color. time to handle your little animal, mama. ] A very healthy little girl.
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But seeing her? Holding her? It's as if she's done this for her entire life, as if every moment before she knew this sweet girl was simply another step of preparation to hold her and soothe those little wails of displeasure. (handle animal nat 20. vi said she'd be a natural.) Her arms rock the baby girl gently, a soft tune humming in her throat. Her attention is locked completely on the little girl, memorizing her features, holding onto this moment for as long as possible.]
Oh, my sweet girl... [She whispers after a moment of awe stricken silence.]
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