Roleplay from Selenia JeVondair
all nobles of Greater Xavax
Selenia was in too much pain to question how Lyanna knew of the magical scroll's existence, much less where to find it. The pain of her child wanting to be born was to great. Lyanna undid the scroll and thrust it into the Xerarch's blurred vision, coaching Selenia through the mystic runes inscribed therein.
Twice Selenia failed, the Fountain of Youth spell nearing completion only to fizzle out when Selenia cried and gasped with the contractions of childbirth. On the third try, however, she managed it. Words of Power spilled from her lips onto the page of the scroll, igniting the runes there with warm, burning light. The power spread, consuming the scroll in a fire that did not burn. For a moment, s small, whirrling sun blazed in front of Selenia. Then it slowly moved toward her, into her, causing her pale skin to glow with an inner fire. Runes appeared upon her flesh, dancing in swift chains, wrapping the Xerarch until the whole of her body was alive with writhing runes of sun-gold power.
And then, before the eyes of all assembled, the Xerarch grew younger.
Selenia was 50 years old. She earned every wrinkle, every scar, ever white hair lost amid the golden tresses that remained to her. But as the light receded, these marks of time evaporated. Her eyes grew brighter, her color deepened, her skin grew supple and flush with the mystical power of life itself. Five, Ten, Twenty years melted from her before their very eyes until only Lord Uthred Mormont, Selenia's oldest friend and servant, recognized her, recalling the blonde firebrand that had summoned him to war and Empire in Beluaterra. For a shining moment, everything in the Eerie was bathed in the Xerarchs glow. Stillness radiated, affecting even the wolves. But when the last of the runes that had suffused her skin had at last dimmed to nothing over her belly, Selenia labors began anew. Thankfully, unlike before, the ordeal was made far simpler. What was difficult for an older woman was far less a problem to the body of a 30 year-old.
Cadewyn dabbed sweat from the Xerarch's brow as Gia held her hand, unyielding as Selenia went through her pains and seemingly awestruck but the display of power. Above them all, Champion Kin stood, an approving look on her face as Lyanna herself delivered the Firstborn child of the ruler of the Imperium of Greater Xavax. A tiny, beautiful squalling filled the air and Gia's wolves yipped in greeting. Selenia's ladies-in-waiting moved to their tasks. Gia cut the cord and stitched efficiently as Lyanna washed the babe, murmuring words the Xerarch could not hear before handing the child to Champion Kin who had protected its mother for so many years. All of them marked that the child was born with a full head of hair. And there was something off about the ears...
"A son." Kin declared, "What shall you call him?" she as gently placed the babe into an exhausted Selenia arms. Just before they touched, a bolt of sun-gold power leapt between mother and son, moving just like the scroll runes did, but so blindingly fast that none could tell if it had linked from son to mother or mother to son. Selenia, hesitating just enough to make sure of their safety, reached out and took her son from Kin, cradling the babe she'd carried in her womb for more than a year. Ever since the Feast of the Black Swan...
Everyone shuffled closer to greet the little prince. Gia kept the curious direwolves from getting too close for now, but When Uthred and Kin came closest, Selenia spoke again. "I name you two as godparents of my first child" she did not take her eyes off the the babe for an instant. She knew she'd get no argument from these two for burdening them with yet another responsibility.
"What shall you call him?" Kim repeated softly.
"Högni." Selenia breathed, marveling at the sheer wonder of her baby boy. "I name him Högni Peredhel...my starlight, my little miracle."
Högni gurgled, smiling up at his mother and her many odd friends.
