Dragoncrest Cliffs the girl has always been half goddess, half hell

Blixen was actually sleeping soundly for once, until her source of warmth jerked awake and startled a bleary cry of alarm from her tiny lungs. She groped blindly in the dark as she tried to make heads or tails of what, exactly, had occured. The little girl had no way of knowing the drama that suddenly unfolded as it dawned on Wildfire what had happened, but she did know that her mother stood abruptly and left a hole that the chill of the air was slowly creeping into. Unfortunately, a larger void was tearing through Wildfire as she surveyed the result of the accidental punting. Blixen had no emotional connection to poor Phoenix, and it was fortunate that she would never remember her unlucky twin.

She tucked in closer to her brother Artaax and pawed at his shoulder, as if to demand he bring their mother back to her rightful spot.