A storm brewed above the forest canopy, rumbling with thunder and crackling with spirit energy. But inside the warmth of Asha's family home, a different kind of intensity had taken hold—Asha was in labor.
Elder Ursula and two Spiritfolk healers assisted her, gently guiding her breathing as she lay in a bed of soft spiritwoven sheets. Jon sat beside her, gripping her hand tightly, his knuckles white and heart pounding.
Asha (panting, through clenched teeth):
"Jon… they're coming…"
Jon:
"I'm here. I'm right here."
Outside, Satsuki paced nervously under the storm-lit sky, standing guard while also reciting a prayer to the forest spirits. Dryas watched nearby, her long green hair rustling in a wind only she could feel.
Time passed in agonizing slowness.
Finally, a sharp cry pierced the air.
Elder Ursula (smiling):
"The firstborn… she bears the marks of the Rabbitfolk."
Asha sobbed in relief as the first child was placed in her arms. Her tiny features were unmistakable—soft rabbit ears, fluffy white hair with faint pink tips, and eyes of soft crimson.
Asha (tears running down her cheeks):
"My sweet little Lyanna…"
But the labor wasn't over. Minutes later, another cry—louder, stronger—filled the room.
The second baby was handed to Jon. She had long silver hair, pale skin that shimmered like moonlight, and violet eyes with slitted pupils. Slightly pointed ears gave away her elven heritage. A legacy of both Stark and Targaryen blood, fused with the Spiritfolk's blessing.
Jon (in awe):
"She's… she's Jinora."
He knelt beside Asha and placed Jinora beside Lyanna.
Jon:
"Two stars born of the same sky."
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