User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask The Jaghunds/@comment-28358106-20170526024753/@comment-28358106-20170531042442

After almost an hour, the fiery cage appears just as it left, in an unusually quiet burst of flame. The tines accordion open and Thomas steps out, his foot catching on a velour pillow, causing him to stumble a bit. He picks it up and hands it to Cyndwella, who simply rolls her eyes and tosses it away where it disappears with a BAMF. Her tines also burn away, leaving her alone. She floats over to a chair by herself and folds her hands in lap, her face difficult to read.

Thomas steps to his own end of the room, looking slightly puzzled as he folds his own hands. Cyndwella looks up to him.

"Well, go on. Tell them."

He scratches his head. "Are you certain about this? I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to say it first."

"It's fine. Tell them." She turns a deep shade of violet.

"...All right, then." Thomas straightens out and puts hishands behind his back, his professional demeanor taking over. Noticing he has everyone's attention, he speaks to them all at once.

"Marcus, Samia, Eva..." he takes a short breath and gives a little smile.

"...Congratulations. It's a girl."