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A snow storm raged outside the home of the scholar family Kharne, the Mother Hera Kharne who lay on a makeshift cot screamed in labor, the Father Phineon Kharne hunched over his wife pressing a cloth to her head, allowing her to nearly break his fingers with how tight her grip was on his own hand.
"You're doing well my love!" Phineon called over his wife.
The labor was long, longer than expected, it was beginning to worry Phineon. He still managed his wife for the few final pushes, the shuddering and still pained breaths of Hera filled the room as Phineon carefully cleaned and cared for the infant.
"A-Are they alright...?" Hera croaked from her raw voice.
"He's...silent... but he's alive..." He responded quietly.
"L-Let me see him." she spoke shakily, reaching her arms out for her lover to see the infant.
He was small and pale, with a dark crimson hair. It was obvious he got the better half of the elven blood from his father.
"Is he half or full elf...?" She asked quietly, staring with wet wide eyes at the infant as he leaned into his mother's bosom.
"Full...he's a Eladrin...a true elf." Phineon spoke as he went to the sink and cleaned his hands."Have you thought of a name?"
Hera nodded immediately. "Well, since he's a boy, I shall name him Heraphine....is that alright with you, my son?" She said softly to the infant who didn't really respond, but she still smiled. "His sisters and brother will be excited to know there's a new addition to our family."
"That would make us a family of six," he stated as he turned to bring a blanket over to wrap the thick covers around Heraphine.
"I was worried the cold would....take him from us my love..." Hera whispered, running her soft fingers through the tiny red baby hairs.
"Given the chance my love, I would give you the sun...I would give you summer...as I remember..." His words alone brought warmth, Phineon remembered warmth...he wasn't originally from Lamordia... It's been so long since he remembered his true home...the fae wilds a place of warmth and emotion...ever since the mists crawled around his home, he was dragged into the domain of dread, the only good to come was his lover, born of Lamordian blood. The same woman he would tell stories for years of a bright sun and spring water ,with dancing creatures and stunning landscapes and honey....honey...
"-Honey...?" Hera spoke sitting up slowly and carefully.
Phineon was shook from his daydream, his eyes focusing on his wife.
"I love you....I love you more than you can ever imagine, as the man who gave me children and stories that kept me warm....but staring up at the ceiling fixture won't fuel the fireplace." she half teased, which made the Elf go red in the face, immediately nodding and going to throw another log into the fireplace.