05-27-2021, 01:52 PM
When the duo had made up - and finally professed their love for one another - Cirilla hadn’t expected herself to suddenly blurt out, ‘what will we do if we want children?’ Adopting from the Den was always a possibility, but Ciri had always dreamt of carrying her own children inside of her womb and being a mother that way. Her innocence - and naivety - hadn’t even considered the prospect of appealing to one of the many magicians in Beqanna, or even begging the gift of the fairies themselves, until Tarte had suggested one morning while they were laying together, a tangle of limbs and skin.
When they had gone to the genie to facilitate a pregnancy, Cirilla hadn’t expected that the genie’s magic would implant two embryos inside of her body. Maybe it was a bit of a prank - Djinni has a reputation of being a bit of a trickster, after all - or just some heightened sense of fertility; Ciri’s mother is a dragon who had ultimately lain a clutch of three eggs, though her future children were only singletons. Despite knowing that she herself is a triplet, the thought of herself giving birth to more than one had never even crossed her mind.
Then, suddenly, the twins were here - nearly opposites but the same in so many ways. Renfri, the girl, and Cross, the boy, both perfect in every way they could have imagined. Being new to parenthood was more than either parent expected, leading to sleepless nights and pointless bickering that led to quiet makeups in the wee hours of the morning.
Eventually, the light came back and the monsters faded once more into the bowels of the hell from whence they came, and Cirilla had been able to relax for the first time in what felt like decades. Her grip on the twins is beginning to slip, she has noticed, and she wants them to be able to finally take on the world. They are young, but strong and capable.
She won’t mind having Tarte all to herself again, either.
The day starts out like any other, with the four of them waking quietly in the glen that they call their home. Spring is already beginning to fade into summer and Cirilla rolls her shoulders as she stands up, the heat already pressing onto her like a blanket. With a smile she nudges Tarte with her nose. “Would you like to go for a swim?”
@[Tarte]
When they had gone to the genie to facilitate a pregnancy, Cirilla hadn’t expected that the genie’s magic would implant two embryos inside of her body. Maybe it was a bit of a prank - Djinni has a reputation of being a bit of a trickster, after all - or just some heightened sense of fertility; Ciri’s mother is a dragon who had ultimately lain a clutch of three eggs, though her future children were only singletons. Despite knowing that she herself is a triplet, the thought of herself giving birth to more than one had never even crossed her mind.
Then, suddenly, the twins were here - nearly opposites but the same in so many ways. Renfri, the girl, and Cross, the boy, both perfect in every way they could have imagined. Being new to parenthood was more than either parent expected, leading to sleepless nights and pointless bickering that led to quiet makeups in the wee hours of the morning.
Eventually, the light came back and the monsters faded once more into the bowels of the hell from whence they came, and Cirilla had been able to relax for the first time in what felt like decades. Her grip on the twins is beginning to slip, she has noticed, and she wants them to be able to finally take on the world. They are young, but strong and capable.
She won’t mind having Tarte all to herself again, either.
The day starts out like any other, with the four of them waking quietly in the glen that they call their home. Spring is already beginning to fade into summer and Cirilla rolls her shoulders as she stands up, the heat already pressing onto her like a blanket. With a smile she nudges Tarte with her nose. “Would you like to go for a swim?”
@[Tarte]