Some three Dark Periods after the forge appeared, Phyrris walked alone to the forge. A flash of redness surrounded the forge. A feminine form appeared.
Kirrie said, “Hello Spellweaver. Have you been swimming lately?”
The matronly she-Drelve held a wrapped bundle in her arms. Phyrris’s mouth gaped. Kirrie moved the blanket and revealed a beautiful infant. The child had light orange skin and silver hair with streaks of red. The infant smiled. Phyrris felt the power of an Empathy Spell.
Phyrris gawked, “Who… what… when… how…”
Kirrie said, “Some deeds have consequences, Spellweaver. Her name is Jodie. She is mine… and yours. She is, as far as I know, the first spawn of two Fire Wizards. Her father is Spellweaver. Her mother is Spellweaverish. Though she was not born during an Approximation, Magick touches her. She is Spellweaver. A copy of the spell book appeared by her basinet.
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Phyrris said, “This… has never happened before.”
Kirrie replied, “There’s a first time for everything. Would you like to hold your daughter?”
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