[private] the meetings of the waters just below the ribs; birthing

[saint]

The first moments of her birth are warm. The air is not like the way she curled around her brother in her mother’s womb, but it is welcoming. She is immediately tied to the sulfur and the heat of her land. A soft chittering rises in the back of her throat: a hint at the creature her parent’s passions birthed. For a moment, her eyes are a rainbow of colors, and then they settle on a gentle olive green.

Saint.

Leliana breathes her name into existence, and the filly’s heart drops into Tephra’s soil. A magical knowing flashes in her eyes. She twists her head to peer at her mother, long black lashes fluttering and beautiful against her skin. A sweet second passes, one where the girl presses her muzzle so gently to her mother’s. A flash of sharp, white fangs gleam against her skin. What teasing look into ferocity she possesses.

The little dragon within Saint roars to life.

Ah-chew: a sneeze that interrupts her stare with her mother. Such a goofy little smile lifts the corners of her lips. Colorful droplets of something drip out. Saint turns from Leliana and stumbles to her brother, tripping over his spindly legs to fall at his side. A quiet squeal rushes from her throat, and then she is wrapping herself irritatingly around her sibling. “Drah!” she yells before nibbling on his side with her fangs.

Already, they are so closely interwoven: Saint stares at her brother with an underlying intensity that only the magic of Beqanna can understand.

—Saint—

into the fray

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