Since RPing this all out didn’t quite happen, I went ahead and wrote a short drabble of the tail end of Adrya’s birth from her perspective. Did as little writing for the other participants that I could.
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They cried. No sweeter a sound had Adrya Blackdawn ever heard. Her twin fires screamed to Azeroth that they had awakened. The worst of the pain subsided from her center, allowing the mother a moment to breathe. The two hands she held remained strong all the while, and their grip on her never went lax, but neither man in ownership of those hands spoke to the other.
She couldn’t imagine why.
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