Neverwinter Forest i'll never have wings

She kept her cries to a minimum, but the pain was of motherhood, some had escaped. It was a peaceful time- of herself, and the thoughts of the Goddess as Miriam pushed forward for their light. She saw one, a beautiful silver girl, an smile blossomed upon the newly mothers face as she was overjoyed a maiden would come. However, another had slipped, identical to the other, but the opposite chain. A cease upon her brow, as she thought of him.

She did not know the warriors way- and did not know of their teachings, as she knows her own. She felt doubtful to properly care, as Miriam nudged the two closer to herself, cradling the life she had given. There was still doubt, she thought, if they were truly of light and dark. Her mind set forth to find the way, rituals were a must, she needed to know. If born of darkness, could she solve it?

Could she raise them to the light?

Specks of crystals fell to her face as the young mother cried over the two she had given birth. 

Whispers of their name, "Liliana," she said, "and Asmoses."

"Amma is here.."