Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

The First Sparks of Curiosity

When little Englotte suddenly became restless and began to cry, Charlotte panicked. Her eyes widened with worry, and she did not know how to calm her baby. "Oh, what am I going to do now? Engfa, help me!" she cried, a tremor of anxiety in her voice.

Engfa quickly came to her side and said with a confused expression, "I guess... maybe... we should try to put her to sleep?" but she wasn't sure what to do either.

Seraphine laughed softly, looking at Charlotte with love in her eyes, "Calm down, my girl. It's normal that you don't know what to do yet," she said, and then Elowen smiled back, "She needs milk," she said, patting her on the shoulder.

"Milk?" Charlotte asked in surprise, a look of relief and surprise in her eyes. Turning to Engfa, she whispered, "I hadn't thought of that!" a small smile appeared on her face.

Hearing this, Luther and Moriah politely said their goodbyes and left the room to ensure privacy. Charlotte, guided by Elowen and Seraphine, took the tiny Englotte in her arms and began to breastfeed her, placing her carefully.

Charlotte's breasts were not only dripping with milk, but also a faint red color; it was a special mixture of blood produced by vampires. Little Englotte immediately calmed down as she eagerly sucked her mother's blood-filled milk, a peaceful expression appearing on her face. As Charlotte watched this small but peaceful moment with her daughter, all the worries inside her dispersed and were replaced by an indescribable tenderness.

"Look, girl, you're doing a wonderful job. Motherhood suits you very well," Seraphine said, smiling at her.

"Your instincts are the best guide," Elowen added, nodding slightly. With this support, Charlotte smiled and watched Englotte feed peacefully; as a mother with love shining in her heart, she felt that all was well.

Engfa and Charlotte watched little Englotte as if enchanted. Her nose, eyebrows, cheeks, lips, chin... every detail bore the marks of both of them. There was an indescribable admiration in their eyes.

Charlotte whispered, smiling, "Engfa... Look at him. He's like a little piece of both of us... I never imagined he could be so perfect."

Engfa smiled as she touched her daughter's tiny nose, "She got her nose from me... But those lips are all yours, Charlotte. I see your smile every time I look at her," she said with admiration.

"And look at her eyebrows... so strong, as if she could defy the world," said Charlotte with a light laugh, examining little Englotte's face.

Engfa nodded in agreement, "Yes, she has the spirit of both of us. Your elegance and my stubbornness... We have a little queen."

Charlotte sighed deeply and whispered, "He is our most beautiful creation, Engfa..." with tears in her eyes.

Engfa looked at Charlotte with the same admiration, "Together we gave life to this little miracle that carries a piece of each other's soul... The most special reflection of our love."

Her family had left the young couple alone. Little Englotte was sleeping peacefully, her belly full. Charlotte and Engfa were watching this little miracle, while enjoying the moment. Engfa looked at Charlotte and asked with concern, "How are you feeling, my love?"

Charlotte smiled, taking a deep breath. "I'm tired... My muscles are still sore, but I activated my healing ability. Don't worry, I'll be fine in a minute. The healing mage checked on me before she left. The birth wound between my legs is healing quickly. I'll be fine, so don't worry."

Engfa nodded with a slight smile, took Charlotte's hand and said, "You are truly an incredible person. You handle everything with such grace that I cannot help but admire you."