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The night was stormy, rain poured onto the house as the tribe medic rushed into Brooke’s home, it was her birthing day. The delicate woman flew up to the entrance of the house, her bright red hair falling onto her shoulders when she landed and shook the water out of her light brown wings. She shivered and then threw the door open so she could run inside. She was wearing a satchel, full of medical herbs and anything she would need on the chance that anything could go wrong. She ran into the room, he robes billowing behind her, she saw a man with dark black hair and no wings. His emblem and features showed that he was part of the Glacier Land-tribe. His features were that of a lynx, two large white and grey ears poking out of the top of his head with small little tufts of fur over the top of them, he seemed to have a small slick tail, the same white and grey as his ears but a little thicker. His clothes were that of the traditional ice tribes, thick coats and billowed sweats tucked into a pair of taurus-hide boots. He had the traditional blanket, tied around his waist at an angle. He was kneeling beside Brooke, a beautiful woman with bright blue and silver wings, spots and speckles of white littering the feathers. She had beautiful curly dark brown hair that stuck to her shoulders, neck and forehead due to the sweat that covered her skin from the exertion of giving birth. Her skin was a beautiful brown that reflected her amber eyes. The tribe healer was in no place to ask questions so she quickly set to work, kneeling down and soothing Brooke with little trills and coos. She placed her hands on Brookes hips and started massaging her.
An hour later, the healer was handing Brooke her baby, a little boy with small tufts of hair and no features, they would grow in when he was 5. Brooke sobbed with joy and the Land-tribe member kneeled beside her with the most joyous face. His bright blue eyes sparkled with glee and he wrapped an arm around Brooke’s shoulder. “His name is Leon.” Brooke declared, “My beautiful boy.” she cooed and kissed the newly named Leon’s forehead. The Land-dweller smiled, “He’s perfect.” he crooned and his left ear flicked.
From them on, the healer was sworn to secrecy about the parentage of Leon Terry. She swore to Brooke and her forbidden mate that she would tell no one. Brooke would simply tell anyone who asked that the father died of green cough. The healer agreed, Brooke smiled, “Thank you Imelda, you have saved my boy’s life.” She said and pecked the healer’s forehead. Imelda smiled, “You’re welcome Brooke, may the Father smile down upon your family.” she said and with that, she spread her petite brown wings and jumped out of the house, taking to the rainy sky and disappeared into the Stormy Night.