Kapitel 626: Winter Storm 1
5 Months since the fall of the king
The winter winds began to blow harder, and usher in the storm heads heavy with the winter snowfall. The storm dragons flew in the clouds, trying to halt them from dropping their snow here. Frantic wing beats and roars of pleading as the dragons forced the clouds to obey their will.
Ivory soared through the clouds twisting and turning to break clouds that tried to disobey the order to hold the storm. Her black twin broke through the clouds.
"I can't hold back the snow much longer. Where is that blasted healer?" Demanded Ivory, smoke billowing from her nostrils in the cold, winter air. Her frustration was beginning to rise as she searched the land scape.
"I don't know, sister but calm down. Emotions only excite the storm. The younglings are already having enough issues controlling it." Ember reminded her as he looked at the dragons calming and corralling the storm.
"Once the healer arrives we will not need to fight it anymore." Ivory reminded him, her exasperation was clear. The younglings magic was almost spent and it took all of them to defy this cloud. Normally, the storm twins would lead it away but they could not risk it today.
Ember nodded and looked down the winding path from the mountain. There was a speck moving at speed across the snow. No native shifter would dare travel when the storm dragons were fighting so fiercely… there was no certainty they would win.
"That must be her. Send three dragons, and go yourself, Sister. I will control the clouds." Ember offered as he began persuading the clouds himself, and Ivory shot off like a streak to assist the healer.
They arrived at the keep, only to be met by a frantic Clovis. "Healer hurry. There is something wrong with the baby." He demanded grabbing her hand and all but dragging the elder woman up stairs.
"What's wrong?" The elder woman asked her tone calm and collected as they made their way to the birthing chamber.
"Nothing, Gothel. The lad has never seen a shifter birth and is worried. The Princess is through there. The baby is on the way." A calm collected voice interrupted Clovis before he could begin speaking. Bryson put his hand on his Grandson-in-law's shoulder and smiled at Gothel.
The older woman chuckled and nodded. She took her long gray hair in hand, twisted it into a bun and tied it in place. "Let's see what I can do." She went in the room and everyone else left.
"Okay… healer is here. Kyera is strong. Everything will be okay." Clovis spoke firmly forcing himself to calm down.
"You better hope so, or get used to the idea of being dragon food." Sansor teased playfully. The control and facade Clovis had managed to put on cracked as he heard his cousin in law's words.
"Sans, do me a favor and shut up." Myra spoke clearly, her 2 month old daughter, Lea on her hip. Sansor yelped as Ramsey hit hip upside the back of his head. Having been in Clovis' shoes less than 2 months ago, and remembering Kyera helped Myra through the birth he felt offended by Sansor's tasteless teasing.
"She is a strong woman, much stronger than I am. Grandest Mother and Gothel are with her. You need to stay calm." Myra told him, hugging Clovis reassuringly. Clovis hugged her back gently. He smiled at baby Lea who grabbed at Clovis's fresh grown beard. Her little hand too uncoordinated to actually grasp the thin hairs.
"Hello, Miss Lea." Clovis spoke gently and smiled at her. The smile wasn't quite complete, but it was an effort at least. The baby seemed to appreciate it and giggled and smiled herself. That distracted Clovis who wondered if his baby would have a bright smile too.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein