Neverwinter Forest and mouth like a pomegranate

Miriam didn't mind who sought her den, she knew those of the Neverwinter smell meant no harm, even if she personally, never met any of them except Mal. In her own home, she remembered the mothers and sisters would swarm the den in wonder, seeing the new maiden or warrior be born. A lovely day of celebration for the newly Amma, and now, she was one as well.

All she saw was the light, they were her light. Maybe she was of darkness, but the maiden would never let them become of the that side. She muttered prayers and hope toward the Goddess for her beautiful angel, Liliana, and asked for the protection from the Horned God to her son, a strong boy, Asmoses.

"The Horned God will give light, to thou' of darkness. May he seek guidance to you, who guards our lady in the Summerlands. Protect those who need so, for the future of the warrior." The newly mother whispered as she touched her son's head.