Blakeshadow Family/Rugina/The child is born!/Part Two

The child is born!-Part Two

After a short birth process that took merely two hours... The bedchamber was filled with a crying of both mother and child.

Rugina's breath was ragged and her words were merely pants due to the exhausting birth process. One of the Mid-wives said it was one of her shorter births she has attended. And Rugina couldn't imagine something like that lasting any longer. Tomas was the victim of Rugina's powerful grip, his forearm looked bruised and even has blood drawn from where Rugina dug her nails into his flesh. A wound unnoticed when it was compared to the crying newborn. Never was a sound so relieving... and so stressing at the same time. Rugina sat in a daze, calling for the child to be put into her arms, while the mid-wives cleaned and the doctor checked both Rugina and the baby.

Doctor: My Lady, both you and your child appear healthy and everything when smoothly, to some extent their is a concern with your child's-"

Rugina: My baby... I want to hold my child. tell me please, is my child a girl or boy?"

Tomas: My Lady Rugina, I can say you have quite the pink little girl hahaha. Let me bring her to you..."

Tomas briskly walks from Rugina's bed side and returns from the circle of Mid-wives and nurses holding a small baby, nothing even the size of a loaf of bread, the child was wrapped in purple woolen blanket, freshly cleaned and crying still. Tomas leans over Rugina's bed and gently hands Rugina the little girl. and backs away with a bow.
Rugina only stared at the small infant in her arms, everything else fades away, no concerned doctor, chatting nurses or a weary Housecarl named Irlith; who could not handle the crying of both the mother and child. The only thing was the little girl in her arms. She was fixated on the infant and unblinking.
after a few seconds, maybe minutes? She had stopped crying and just slept in her mothers arms. Then Rugina blinks and notices some futures of the little baby girl.
She was an elf...
Rugina: Just like her father- oh my... I must see!"
Rugina glances at Tomas who instinctively returns to his Lady's side. not one bit of urgency comes from his voice when he asks her.
Tomas: Have you found a name for your little girl My Lady?

Rugina: No, but I must find out, what was the doctor's concern about my child? Hurry and tell me before I faint!"

Tomas: ah... yes My Lady the Concern is with your family's line, your aware of the symptoms of your family's elves... But we noticed none of the normal things suggesting the Parasite lives in your little elven child My Lady. However the concern is something abnormal..."

Rugina: Tell me what ails my baby!"

Tomas: My Lady, your child is not burdened but blessed. when she awakes... look into her newborn eyes. Elune or the Holy Father, maybe both have given your baby a never before seen- well on this era... anyway, she has a very lovely trait that would be fitting a young elf going though their teens... sort of..."

Rugina's face goes puzzled, her child's didn't appear to have a purple hue.
Rugina: Tomas, do not be cruel, please tell me now before I command you-"

Tomas: A simple beautiful thing My Lady. Your little child has pink eyes.
Rugina stared at the sleeping child and Tomas chuckles lightly.

Tomas: Have you found a name for her, my Lady?

Rugina smiles and Nods, the ideas screening in her mind.

Rugina: My child... you will be remembered as one in Sirion... and you will have the name of one of my favorite Holy matrons.
Yur will be called Serria Sirion Blakeshadow, my little one."

Rugina bites her lower lip slightly and hums a lullaby to Serria.

And Tomas nods and walks from the bed chamber, he addresses the man named Franz

Tomas: Serria S. Blakeshadow, Franz; we now have many things ahead of us. We have gone though this quite the few times I recall. Are you ready?

Franz: Aye Sir, I will found this Lady Serria a unit of soldiers... and when she is growing, by her Lady Mother's command I will train her.

The Word of the baby's birth spreads fast though Sirion, and Al Amarah raises in a festival. A baby girl in Sirion's name is welcomed to the world.