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Tara reaches for him as soon as his feet touch the ground. She gives hiom an image of the stars and his wings spread wide. handing Tomas to Alise, they exchange toddlers.

"*Oui, mon petit. Je vais vous conduire dans un moment. Permettez-moi de parler à maman."

Tara snuggles against her pa'pan watching him intently. He grins and kisses her nose.

"In a moment Tara."

He pulls Alise close, kissing her over the heads of the twins. His mind caresses hers and he takes in the ache in her lower back, the discomfort as Sarah moves.

"You are sooo... Chaton, how soon do you think it will be? Aren't you larger now, than when you carried the twins?"

Alise sighs as he puts a little pressure on her lower back. "I should swat you for that Chiot, but I don't have the energy. Oooooh. That feels good. Yes, I feel like I am much bigger. Before you ask, no I don't think Rowan needs to be called yet. Go take Tara for a flight. When you get back, I will rest a little."

She pats his arm as she steps back, giving him room to launch himself skyward. Tara giggles, the sound drifting in the quiet night. Great pumps of his wings lift them higher into the night. Tara reaches out, trying to catch the colored shimmers she sees between them and the stars.

^Aucun Tara. C'est un sort pour assurer notre sécurité. Pour toucher, elle est de se blesser très mal.

She points higher and Stoney shakes his head. She points again, giving him the image of Star, then decorating her with stars.

**Oui, Star est aussi belle que les étoiles dans le ciel, mais elle ne tombe pas du ciel. Star est née juste comme si vous étiez.

She pouts and shakes her head. Stoney fights a smile and flies around the property. Her head rests against his chest, and soon her breathing is even. He lands gently, calling Alise to come take her so he can change without waking his sleeping daughter.

Once Tara is settled in the cradle, Alise tells Stoney about Tomas chattering nonstop about the wolves. He draws her onto the couch, gently stroking her belly. Sarah kicks hard and Alise winces. Stoney seeks the little one's mind, seeking to calm her down. His eyes meet Alise', opening wide.

"Are you sure you do not want me to call Rowan? Sarah is ready now... and she says her name is Sarah Gracie?"

Alise laughs. "Non Chiot, but soon. yes, Sarah likes the name Sarah Grace. What do you think of calling her Grace?"

His smile is gentle. "I think it would honor Grandmere Grace, to have a little one bear her name." The baby settles down, easing Alise' discomfort. "Oh, Keon has asked Star and Erik to foster Mera. He wants her raised here, with other children, and not among the Fae."

Their conversation travels on to Torrent and the surprises he has at the Gallery for Grace. Tori has filled them in on the Brownie being ill with Grace at the Manse. He has hid it well, but since she left the wards, the man has regained much of his strength. Twillon had explained that Torrent's own energy was bolstering Grace, and with the casting between them, he was cut off from his own life force. Much longer, and the Brownie would have begun to fade.


"*Yes, little one. I will take you up in a moment. Let me talk to mama."

^No Tara. That is a spell to keep us safe. To touch it is to be hurt very badly.

**Yes, Star is as beautiful as the stars in the sky, but she did not fall from the sky. Star was born just like you were.