She couldn't actually remember much of it. The screams she had only heard rarely came from her own mouth. Her body felt like it was engulfed in flames, only interrupted with the cooled patting of a random hand from her side. Her body crashed together like rough waves into a strip of sand. It was the closing of her eyes that brought it to an end.
Now as she leaned back against the chilling headboard of her bed, her arms encircling the warm body of a small essence. Her eyes couldn't help but never move from the light and precious cargo nestled within her arms. The small physical wriggled with a cry, the North woman having to rock it gently to get it to shush. "Hush now my little owl." She mused, her hand tucking the blanket back, staring at the pale skin of the child in her arms. The baby still held it's gray eyes as it would for at least six more moons. She hoped that it would hold her gaze, as her own icy blue orbs traced the already dirty blonde, much darker than the one of her own possession. The first sign of its father. Her fingers brushed gently over the infant's mane, it felt like the feathers of a bird, an Owl. "Osvald will be your name. The meaning of it being of power. Your middle name will be Erwal, after the certain redhead, may you forever carry his courage." She stated, her eyes drifting away from her young one to glance around the dimly lit room.
"Osvald Erwal Ignace. My little owl."
Her attention shifted to the lone standing door as it clicked open, a maid stepped on it a silhouette following her. Avynn brought her lips into a tired smile as the nameless outline leaned over to inspect the child. They reached out, going to bring the Northerner's son into their arms. She watched closely as the father of the baby had a moment with his newborn. There were soft words exchanged between the both of them. There was no love to their tones, just simple conversation. As if the connection they once had burned out, or there never was one, to begin with. The frame of the father bent down to give their son a kiss on the forehead before handing the young Ignace back to his exhausted mother's hands. The form then turned about on their heels with little words and removed himself from the room. Leaving the new mother with her still steadily sleeping child.
No one really knew of the babes birth. The ones who had laid their own eyes on Osvald had of course. The maids that so kindly looked after the tired mom and her adorable infant. Yrsa was all but over excited at the entrance of a new family member, spending much time with the new mother and the maids. Learning as much as she could about the new arrival. Erwald, of course, was one of the first to be granted a visit, as promised from his best friend. The two shared a connection of both being new parents, the man left with the permission to tell his angle of a wife. Agnette, of course, made it to see her new brother. The last that saw the baby over the week of the Skagger woman's rest was the ever lovely Darcie and Alexander. They all promised to keep it to themselves, for the time being, the new mother expecting no other attention from others. She needed time to get adjusted to her new life. For now, she had to focus on rest and her newborn mess.
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