Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

yee, fade here?

 

Each name came with a meaning, and each, she approved. However, it was when Damien decided to further name one after himself, she did not hide her eye roll. But she would not put up a fuss, the woman had no other idea and allowing the "Dark Master" to have his time of self gloating was okay once and a while, despite the fact it would only further boost his already majorly inflamed ego and perhaps ruin the prospect of middle names for her. Yet, she moved past the idea of her son being names after her rival, and ended on the last thought of Nyx; the utmost perfect name for the girl with the star kissed pelt. It seemed a blessing, that her only daughter be granted such a pattern of beauty upon her, a break in the dark sky; Nyx. Each of her children had been granted with the perfect name by a not so perfect person, and ultimately, she found herself grateful that Damien existed in that moment to bestow upon the four, names that she would have never though of herself. Stormborn, much like the first born's temper; Vaekar, fierce like his father and his mother, Dagon and Nyx. "They are named," She announced, sitting back to observe the four as they squirmed, unknowing of the event that had just taken place.