Neverwinter Forest The beams of first light [Birth (M)]

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“No,” Kjalarr replied softly, swiping his tongue across his lips. “but someday they may become valkyrja when they are grown.” And Kjalarr drew comfort from that, from the knowledge that Odinn and his own father Ragnar would not allow them to be alone and frightened when they reached the gates of Valhalla. “Perhaps they will. It is too soon to tell.” Kjalarr answered Cypress’ inquiries as best he could but found that he did not have all the answers. He wasn’t even sure why Ragnar sometimes appeared in his own, if his daughters would follow in their grandfather’s wake, or if his son would bear the same …gift as him. Kjalarr noted Cypress’ hesitation and he let out a soft breath when his younger brother asked if he could visit another day. “Of course, you can visit any time you’d like.” Kjalarr responded, opening the invitation and allowing it to be open for Cypress, barely realizing that Maude had left until he realized it. “Thank you, Torgier.” Kjalarr offered the raven coated boy with a soft smile though he was unable to craft it to reach his eyes, still burdened with the sorrow of killing and burying his daughters. He waited until Cypress departed before he returned to the den where Ondine waited to look upon his mate and their newborn son, eager to see the child that looked like a mini mixture between the two of them.

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