Center Worlds - Spark
Aya

Clanworld Camelin -21 BA

“Lord Camelin, we are pregnant,” Lya said as Ryo came into the medical wing. He smiled at her and gave her a warm hug.

“I am four weeks along, my Lord. The child is healthy and everything is looking good.”

“You are an excellent mother, my Lya. And motherhood suits you so well.” Ryo said as he gazed into her bottomless eyes.

Lya relaxed against Ryo as her body heaved, waves of muscle spasms rippling along her engorged belly in the birthing pool. Within a few more minutes, the head was crowned, and then the body of their newest daughter was gently held in the hands of the birthmaidens. They gently cleaned the infant, then severed the umbilical cord and raised her head out of the pool so she could take her first breath. Within seconds, the cries of the infant filled the hall as she lustily cried her discomfort at being moved into a different place than before.

“This time, my Lord, she must be a Camelin. This one was conceived and born here, she must have your name.” Lya said, resting a hand against Ryo’s cheek as they looked at the child that was placed in the crook of Lya’s arm, to begin suckling at her breast as the water was drained from the pool.

“I agree, however, you can name her, my Lady Lya.” Ryo said. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“She shall be Aya, the first of a new generation, so we begin with the first name.” Lya breathed.

“Aya, with the family god of Levac, and the date god of Nandrec, however, I think we’ll give tradition a little kick. We will flip the names. Ayanaris Nandreclevac Camelin?” Ryo said with a glint in his eye as he looked down at their daughter.

The birth maidens gently lifted Lya and their daughter onto a chair and began to dry her and take care of the afterbirth so that she was as comfortable as possible. Ryo stepped back and into a comfortable robe as the medical women did their roles to take care of the new mother and her precious cargo.

Lya rested against a soft cushioned backrest, wrapped in very soft cloud-like blankets with the babe still suckling, and smiled at her consort.

She softly chucked. “You want a more grand name than others, hmm? So shall it be. Ayanaris Nandreclevac Camelin. Gya will be pleased, now that she is born, I won’t be as immobile anymore.”

Lyo had been planning something for a while, having quiet discussions with Lord Camelin who had directed him to some of the finer artisans, and then Lyo would disappear for days on end, to emerge with sore hands, but a satisfied look upon his face. Finally, on Gya’s 12th Name Day, he presented her with a gift that he had made with his own hands. A very fine dagger, wrapped in gilded superconductor foil, the blade was a single piece of pure tungsten with a molecular edge, which would never need to be sharpened.

Lyo had spent weeks learning how to cast it and then sharpen it using various hand tools to get it to the level he wanted. The Tungsten was sharp enough and strong enough for a rigid dagger. Once the shape was done, he began to etch it with deep concentrations of liquid acids that would just slightly change the surface to make a pattern of his creation. As both Gya and he were Desinlo he worked with Desinlo artisans on the pattern and style of the etched design. Whorls and swirling patterns in the blade. So small as to be almost too difficult to see, until the blade was turned in the light to illuminate the etching. Turn it a different way, different etching came into focus. Lyo had worked until there were 6 layers of etching in place, showing a tiny part of the history of the Desinlo clan and Gya’s heritage.

He placed it around her neck on a golden chain as she smiled at him with happiness and pride. Lyo also had another made, which was for little Aya, once she was old enough.

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