Quince al'Pillan, M'hael
Attempts To Enter


Quince paced back and forth. There was nothing that he could do. Attempts had been made to enter the chamber of his child's birth as the contractions grew stronger.

Quince didn't know if he could stand the agony his wife was in. It wounded him deeply, if only in soul and not actual pain. If only he could get in and give his wife at least a hand to crush, it would all be better. He could at least think he was doing something.

Quince did the only thing he could think of. He attained the void. The place devoid of emotions. At least he tried. He finally struggled into the void, only to have it shattered by a cry from his wife.

Quince immediately ran into the door with his shoulder and all his worried, fearful, panic-stricken might. The door was not the greatest in the Towers, and bowed. Quince again rushed the door. A splinter. Again. A crack through which he could see his heaving wife and Raven standing over her. Raven turned a firey - and at the same time, icey - glare towards the door.

Quince barely had time to react to the chill that lanced up his arms and jump back before a blazing wall of fire and boiling earth filled the doorway. Quince sat on the floor and looked up dumbfounded.

"That's always nice, Quince. Make the Lady mad. I feel it makes life interesting to get her angry, don't you?"

Quince gave a frown and glare as response. He picked himself up and brushed his shoulder off, wincing at the combined pain of both his wife and his shoulder. Struggling once more, he attained the void. His shoulder might be broken. He didn't know.

After what seemed like hours (maybe it was), and a thourough groove set in the floor, Quince heard the sound he was listening for. A cry from one not seen before. A new life. Quince waited for Raven to drop the seal. It didn't come down. He waited impatiently. Then low mumbling - and a laugh from the newborn - and Tanya cried once more.

A second push and Quince's loins felt like they'd been torn apart. A second cry came from the room. This one unlike the first. Twin crys filled the room, along with a crystal laugh from his wife. He could tell she was crying by that laugh. Cries of joy.

Quince tried to slice the weaves of the molten door - a sad mistake - and got the living hell shocked out of him by a bolt of spirit. Quince's last concious thought was Oops.

Quince al'Pillan
M'hael
Proud Father of Twins