The Queen of Lies

The Polisavich Clan

^^ Eliza ^^

--- Wren's POV ---

I woke up slowly, and found a pair of green eyes staring down at me. "Wake up." Davi hissed urgently.

"I'm awake?" I hummed, and sat up, confused. Then I heard the crying. "Oh dear." I sighed.

She nodded. "I tried to feed them from a bottle, and... it didn't take."

I nodded. "Alright. I'll handle it... I guess. Where's Ria?" I groaned, cracking my neck.

"The Roanokian? She left after giving you Airou." She raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "No, she went back here. She should be able to suckle them."

I reached out with my mind, and found her rushing towards the children's chambers. "She's already on her way. Good." I stood, pulling on pants, and walked into the connected room, picking up my children.

They didn't quit crying this time, but they did quiet down to reasonable levels as Ria came in.

She smiled. "I'm sorry, I thought they'd be alright with only bottled milk tonight. Spoiled lovely babies." She took them gently, and sat down as they suckled. "They're perfect, Wren... thank you for letting me stay."

"Of course, dear. I trust you with my children, which is saying quite a bit. How is your husband? And your daughter?" I asked.

"Tang and Tara are fine, wonderful, really. She loves torturing him, even at 4 months, which is adorable." She smiled.

"Perfect. Would you like to teach them to swim? I'm aware that Roanokian babies learn at almost the moment of birth?" I asked.

"Ah, yes. Indeed. But they don't have full gills yet, so that must wait." She felt the sides of their neck, and nodded. "A few more weeks."

I hummed. "Yes, that was a forgotten detail. In a few weeks, then. It will be fun, I think."

"Mm." She nodded. "It will. Go, get some Sleep. I will put them to bed."

I shook my head. "No, I couldn't. I don't sleep much anyway." I picked up Airou as she stood up with Addy, and Davi gently burped Addy while I tried the same with his brother. At first it didn't work, but I realized he simply didn't have any air in his stomach, which made that easy.

I took both children, and set them in their feather-bed, the high walls just barely tall enough. I made a note to fix that. They were growing much too fast for this bassinet.

I spread my magic around the room, putting thick, dense carpets of air around every single object in the room, as well as the walls and floors, even the ceiling. I dropped a small square block to test it, and it swirled, then gently set itself down with the letter pointed upwards.

I grinned. "Perfect." Then I gently spun the dynamic model of the constellation Orion that floated above the bassinet, (each star was made of little bits of blue fire, encased in glass balls, connected with golden strings, serving as both night-light and distractor,) and they both stared at it, golden eyes wide with wonder. "Perfect." I smiled and said it again, just because I felt I needed to.

Their eyes slowly drooped, and I smiled, listening to their heartbeats slow to sleeping rhythms.

--- 8 months later ---

I hummed down at the small blue-haired baby. "So. I assumed your hair was... dyed." I asked Portia.

She smirked. "No. It isn't."