The day came to a close as things around Nimeway settled down. Outside the sky was dark save for a solo light from the moon, that and the fire in the fireplace illuminated the room. Nimeway watched out the window silently for awhile before turning her gaze away to her husband who laid beside her. As far as Nimeway knew, he had drifted off to sleep already, and she was about to soon. She was exhausted still from the events of that day.
Finally, Nime sent her eyes to rest on the two children wedged between Rossethor and her. Beriadan had gotten quite large lately, growing up into a strong little boy. Between his black hair and bright blue eyes, he looks more like Ross each day. However, the biggest difference between the two, save for age, was the Beriadan had inherited Nimeway's very pale skin. Though over all, he was beautiful, and that wasn't just Nimeway's motherly love saying that.
The second child was the newborn infant, just born that day. She had an almost blondish-brown hair, a lighter tint than both Nimeway and Ross's hair. Nimeway reached her hand out to gently touch the little girl's head, feeling the softness of the newborn's head. She didn't have that much hair to begin with, but her head still was soft to the touch.
"I love you Beriadan," Nimeway whispered before she looked down to the little girl, "And I love you Maydawn." (Maydawn is named after Nimeway's adopted sister who passed away awhile ago.)
A soft smile spread across Nimeway's face as her eyes flickered between the two children who were fast asleep. She let her head fall back against her pillow with a soft grin to herself as her eyes flicker shut. The warmth of the room lulled Nimeway of into sleep, a warm comfortable sleep.
