I had not intended this to be a public event, but it was bing one. I was grateful to be facing a wall and not the throngs that seemed to be arriving. Privacy was important to me and I was surprised at this turn. The camp was joining us to celebrate.


    Damien and his Brothers would dly shoo their cousins out if I wanted it done. The other men were excited, but could be removed. I made my decision as I looked at the happy faces around me.


    Men from the camp had no interest in gawking at my body. They weren’t here to ridicule or for any nefarious purpose. The camp was just very excited about this unusual birth. They wanted to see their new campmates and were happy to share this with us as a big family.


    “Leave them,” I told my Husbands firmly, “T’vailk girls are special and they will need the camp to help care for them.”


    Damien’s eyebrow raised and he looked at Evan who shook his head.


    “Women,” Bane muttered as he watched the room fill, he’d never understand my decisions.


    “Sometimes it seems as though you do not know what you want,” Kein told me with a smile, but he understood.


    Privacy was not as important as the camp’s desire to be part of this great event. They had generously shared with us, so I would share with them. It was the best gift I could give them.


    Thebor continued and the room swelled, with men and women. Many of the women I noted were ving women and that concerned me. The men here far outnumbered them, though, and there were women from the camp present.


    Casgar and his Brothers were helpful and did the things I would have expected them to do. Nu-reeh and her Sisters could never have checked my cervix, but these Healers could. Damien and his Brothers wanted to help me, so they made Casgar teach them. Rose acted as a do. Tosu also offered her assistance and gave encouragement from the side. Honestly, I didn’t really need any of them. Things progressed as they should have naturally. My concerns turned out to be overblown.


    Kennedy and her Sisters arrived as did Hannah and Ra. I panted greeting to them during the momentary calm before the delivery. From the obvious concern on their faces I know I looked a wreck. My older girls watched and waited from the side, quietly talking among themselves.


    The pain and the cramps grew and grew. I pushed with them and the room no longer mattered. Every part of my energy was focusing on delivering my girls, alive and well. Each time I did this I forgot the awe inspiring pain associated with it. Focusing on my new girls I ground my teeth and breathed through the agony.


    “A little more,” Rose said suddenly, “push, Ciara, I see her head!”


    It was always the same as the head came out, awful and unfathomable. I felt the child slip from me and I slumped against Christof in a daze. My only focus was listening for her cry, I knew she had to cry.


    They were drying her roughly to stimte her, Kein and Evan, as Damien and Bane looked on. Suddenly a sound filled the room.


    It wasn’t like a cry I’d heard before. It was a cross between a bird’s song and a newborn’s wail. The piercing melodic tone echoed off the cavern walls. The cord was cut and seared before Kein lifted his first daughter. She continued to sing her melody in loud, prating tones as her limbs iled in his grasp.


    Except for her song the room was eerily silent. Kein showed me our girl and I watched as she opened her eyes for the first time. Large, bright green eyes were looking at me from a delicate face. Her ears were elongated and elfin as were her limbs. She had no hair and it was her skin that caught my eyes; she was golden. We gazed at each other for several heartbeats in wonder before she let out a high pitched sound that seemed to be a greeting.


    Kein ced her tiny form on my chest and folded her wings on her back. They fit neatly and curved over her head, hiding behind it. With her span folded she appeared quite tiny and almost human. I saw how different T’vailk heritage made her.


    My fingers traced the line of her face and her long fingers. Her wings felt different from Hannah’s or Kennedy’s. They were thinner and smaller. She looked healthy, though. The little girl cooed and my heart melted when she called me Mama in that high voice. She was utterly amazing.


    Bane provided a soft run of cloth and the men bundled her on my chest as she watched me. A tiny smile lifted the corners of her lips and she looked up and sang Daddy. Despite his pleasure at her greeting, Kein was persistent in wrapping her small, nude body in the cloth. She just looked between the two of us, a soft twitter seeming to emanate the entire time.


    I noted a woman’s approach and only realized who it was when she spoke. Her aggressive tone made the hairs on my arms raise and I’d never felt more vulnerable.


    “Give her to me!” Nu-reeh demanded. “She is mine, you are mine, the ve is mine! You have taken this from me. This is MY HONOR!”


    Kein grabbed the child and held her tight as his Brothers stood between the aggressor and their family. The Great Spirit grabbed the men in the hall and they moved as one, forming a wall. They were patient and defensive, but it was obvious Nu-reeh was going to resort to outright aggression.


    The sound that left my young daughter’s mouth next left me cringing. The lyrical war cry bore through the stone of the camp. The high pitched notes resonated in my bones. My whole being shook with it and the men around me responded like they’d been struck by lightening. My daughter’s voice was a catalyst for The Spirit’s power. The men bellowed a response and raised their weapons.


    Nu-reeh was swarmed. Stike rope bound her and a cover was over her deadly fangs. She was swept from the room in a wave of men. They had moved with an assurance that seemed to surprise all the women watching.


    Kennedy and her Sisters, for all the calm they usually exuded, even looked shocked. My tiny daughter had either joined The Great Harmonious Spirit or at least had some im to it. Her righteous anger is what moved the men to immediate action. Other women couldn’t have done what she just did.


    In all my days I’d never seen anything like it, but there was no time to be amazed. The next delivery was imminent and a mighty contraction made me scream out in pain.


    “Push, Ciara,” Rose instructed as the next one came and I did. It took less than sixty heartbeats for my fifth child to be born.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    She was simr to her Sister, but different. The tiny, golden girl wailed a song so beautiful it nearly made me cry. It was a song of loss and birth, sin and redemption. She continued to sing as she was bundled for warmth and the sound echoed all around us.


    We were all just amazed watching them. The room seemed speechless listening to the strange song. As the first fed, the second continued to sing and call out. When we switched them the first sang as the second took her first meal.


    “What are their names?” Kein asked me as the first girl finally settled down in his arms.


    I watched the tiny girl nursing sleepily on my chest. She was keeping tabs on me with half lidded green eyes. The second of the twins had spoken a few words to me, outside of her melody. I had heard conviction in her voice. She needed a strong name, as did her Sister.