Author's Note: Me again! Being new to the whole fanfic thing, I got very excited when I got some reviews. I was incredibly scared no one would read 'Caged Lioness'. Only someone did!!!! So I'd just like to take the time to say a huge thank you to Lioness Fury, Lioness Heart, jumping-jo, Romantic with a pen and Roherwen who read and reviewed my first story. Thanks also to everyone else out there who read but didn't review.

Disclaimer: I own no one in this story.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friend Tanya for getting me addicted to FanFic and to my mum who persuaded me to publish something on the site.

On to the story. Enjoy!

Alianne of Pirate's Swoop

Alanna lay on her bed. She was so tired. She didn't want to open her eyes. Her newborn twins had been born about an hour ago by her estimation. After their birth, she had collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

Figuring she would have to 'wake up' eventually, Alanna's eyes fluttered open.

She was turned towards the window. Feeling someone else in the room with her, Alanna looked around.

George was sitting beside a wide crib on her side of the bed.

"George?" Alanna's voice came out a mere croak.

He looked up and Alanna saw a deep pride and happiness in her husband's eyes.

"Are they alright?" Alanna asked, worrying suddenly.

"Yes, they're fine; more than fine."

"What are they?"

"Boy and girl. The girl's younger."

Pushing herself into a sitting position, Alanna said, "Let me see them, then."

George gathered his only daughter into his arms and passed her to her mother, and then he picked up his youngest son.

Alanna looked at her newest son first. Thom would love being a big brother. Thom, only two, had always wanted siblings to play with and boss about. Now, he had two.

"Shall we call him Alan? It makes sense; you spent eight years as an 'Alan'."

"Yes, why not."

The pair turned to their only daughter.

Staring into her tiny face, Alanna prayed she wouldn't inherit her own violet eyes. It seemed too much like a curse.

The strands of hair on her head looked blonde with a reddish tinge that would probably become darker as she grew older.

"What are we going to call her?" George asked. "I've been trying to think of a name, but I can't. I've come up with lots, only, not one fits."

Alanna stared intently at her daughter's tiny nose and mouth. This one would be a charmer; of that she was sure. The girl needed a noble name, but one that could also be used in fun.

Suddenly it came to her.


"Alanna, that's a beautiful name. How did you think of it?"

"I' don't know. It just popped into my head."

"We can call her 'Aly' for short."

"That's what I thought."

Alanna yawned and snuggled down into her pillows; Aly clutched tightly in her arms.

"Alianne of Pirate's Swoop," she mumbled. "Aly."

Sleep overcame her.

A/N: I always wondered how Alanna felt when Aly was born. Half asleep on night, this came to me, so I guess this is my interpretation. Hope you liked it. How does anyone else think it was? You know the drill, read and review. ;)