A year ago, she would have never foreseen this.
Vilysia had always viewed her younger twin as more than a mere few minutes younger. They had fallen into a routine of speaking to each other like they were a year or more apart, much to the ex-mage’s advantage. She held a certain authority, and she used that authority to the utmost, primarily to keep her safe - especially from others outside the duo. Mistrust of strangers, even acquaintances or ‘family friends’, was no secret.
So when a certain Geredrel began courting Veridiana, the elder relented and allowed it, but she kept her eyes peeled for the beginning signs of betrayal, abandonment. Watching and waiting, oh so patiently - the second he slipped would be his downfall. She could not allow anyone the chance to hurt Ana again.
The unplanned pregnancy caught her off guard; admittedly, anger came first. How dare this warrior defile her sister in such a way, and then leave the day after for war? To everyone’s amazement, Vilysia’s anger ebbed away over time, devolving into mere curiosity. An aunt. She’d have a nephew, or a niece - there had been no confirmation so early on - and it’d be a new beginning to the Dawnreavers. She could live with that.
The baby came early. Sia rushed to find a mage to transport her so she could be present during labor, either to comfort Ana or her husband, no doubt fretting over his wife and possibly scarred for life from the traumas of child birth. (For a soldier, she thought, he was awfully uneducated with something as basic as this.) The right amount of coin bought her a magister that agreed to conjure a portal to their Jade Forest home. Several torturous hours passed; Ana held in her arms new life, Sia her sister’s hand, and Red his own hand, bruised and possibly broken. (Healers affirmed it wasn’t, later on.)
”—May I hold him? You ought to sleep.” A thin smile played on the warlock’s lips, gently scooping the newborn up anyway. If Geredrel wasn’t engaged in a thousand yard stare, his eyes’d be burning a hole in the back of Sia’s head. Probably worried she’d accidentally light the child on fire, as if she was an amateur warlock. Bloodthirsty she might be, but she had a great deal of self-control, thank you very much.
The weight of him felt right in her arms - like it should be there, rather than something she could only hold for a short while before putting it down somewhere. Long stopped screaming, Elion, as they had named him, rested quietly. Perhaps it was simply their shared blood, but the innocence he encompassed had a profound effect on her. For the standards of Vilysia Dawnreaver, anyway.
Her mouth curled into a genuine smile.