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In their barn, Alianne struggled through the birth of her twins. Nawat was by her side the entire time, but he couldn't help any more than to coo encouragements to his wife. She screamed and he squeezed her hand. There was nothing else he could do, and he felt powerless to help her. She laid down, and he sat beside her, stroking her hair.
Finally, after a really long time, the first twin was born. Her golden hair was very fine, but prominent, and her grandmother's signature violet eyes were startling in an infant her age. Alianne was panting hard, and Nawat's hand was beginning to turn in it's place in her hand. The second twin crowned, and after one last push, a beautiful baby boy was born into the world. His hair was as auburn as his mothers, and his eyes were just as hazel. Aly sighed and laid her head into the hay.
When Nawat leaned his head to her mouth to check her breathing, her panting breaths tickled his ear, and he sighed his relief. She was still alive, as were both twins, and their family was that much bigger. He called in Dalinedry, and she ran to her mother. After making sure that she was okay, her gaze turned to her little brother, and she held out her arms to him. Nawat picked up the boy and set him in her arms gently, as he knew she could hold him.
The girl whimpered, and Nawat picked her up from the hay. The midwife slipped out silently, and Alanna slipped in as silently as she. She placed a hand on her daughter's brow and a little violet magic slipped from her palm. Alianne's breathing slowed, and her chest fell at it's regular rate. Nawat sighed in and handed the infant girl to her grandmother. She stroked her hair, and gazed into the eyes as violet as her own. She inhaled sharply and stared, bewildered.