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Randomly popped into my head. No other excuse for it. Other than being a bit of a shipper. Lee/Serafina that is. Quite random this one.
She is with Lyra when she goes into labor. It's rare for a witch to fly when they're heavy with child, but something drew Serafina to the girl that day. No, she could no longer call Lyra a girl. She was a woman, set daemon and all. A whisper in that air that told her to visit her friend.
The baby is a girl, with thick dark curling hair. Her clear blue eyes open and she stares at Lyra and her mother.
"They're blue." Lyra says simply.
"Like her father." Serafina answers, tucking another blanket around the baby, though why she is not sure. The baby will not notice the chill in the air, Serafina knows this. Yet she tucks the soft blanket, a gift from Lyra, around her new daughter and hums softly.
"She looks like Lee a little." Pan chimes in, knowing something else but not saying.
"She should." is all Serafina says, "Her name is Teagan. My little poet."
Lyra blinks at the witch Queen and her new daughter, who are laying on her bed. The little princess that looks like Lee falls asleep as does her mother.