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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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So far things had been peaceful and well until the night of Sia and Yia's celebratory party. All was going smoothly and according to plan. Nyxanna with the help of friends, as well as her sister Willow, had managed to pull together a lovely party for Sia and Yia and Victor.

Rumors were circulating that Merci herself had predicted Sia and Yia would have the babes this very eve. This had Nyxanna somewhat nervous but she pushed it aside. A week prior she had dutifully reminded Drago the party was tonight and so she expected to see his legendary face at any moment arriving as expected.

She should have known better....

Just that afternoon, she had left him engrossed in some task at the Lab, and the normal chaos of her new life. Yet she was happy, the inhabitants of the house were truly odd yet that suited them. Gray, Drago's apprentice happily tinkering with some important metal composition, the exuberant puppy of Cears that ping ponged back and forth between the lab and blackrock. It was all as it should be and chaotic random nature of Drago and Nyxanna's home was ever fitting.

Yet storm clouds breweth..when absentmindedness sets in.

So the party went as planned, the soon to be parents Sia ,Yia, and Victor, received many lovely things ,and Nyxy was pleased to have her father himself show up. Yet upon the sudden and timely (as predicted) of arrival of Sia and Yias labor, a nightmare broke out in Nyxannas head. The babies were not even waiting till the party ended to arrive they were coming NOW and in Willows home. Thank goodness for Ciara and Willow and the many friends of Sia and Yia that were present and took over. Meanwhile Nyxanna ran about gathering water, towels, cleaning off two headed babies, reaffirming the issue she had with children as a whole, the very consuming nature of such said creatures. She and Drago had talked upon just such a subject and had come to the determination that children would get in the way of important experiments and in fact possibly break something, and seeing as how there was enough wreckage in the abode there was no need for more.

Yet as things settled down the questions on just this subject started, and exhausted Nyxannas anger turned to he who was not there and had indeed forgotten all about this eve. With resolve Nyxanna in a burning fury set off home after all was done and her fingers itched as they encircled the potions she carried with her..

So it was no surprise to see the bottom floor of the lab brightly lit with flames as chaos ensued and Nyxanna angrily tossing conflag after conflags at her beloved. It was actually no shock to see the arrival of that which was common to ab'Arawns a boiling temper..flaring dreadfully. Like a hideous spell it transformed this petite, sweet girl, into an angry snarling witch...

And Yet, he stilled loved her, provided he lived the night..