Exton

Grace is busily sketching K'thyri. Questions bubble from her lips, bringing laughter from me.

"*Maldito, Gracie! Let her answer." 

We all laugh as Grace clasps a hand over her lips. She is a treasure, a perpetually young spirit in an aging body. May the gods bring her back to us soon. This world needs such as she.

I keep an eye on Magnus. Panther hasn't distracted the children. Tomas is persistent in trying to get mi amor's attention. Tara has found the flower beds and is playing. handfuls of dirt drift from her hands as she giggles. Chloe sends me an image of Tara smudged and an angry Alise.

I shake my head and she frowns. She watches Tara, looking to Alise, then back. She stares at Pandora, then at her daddy's stone form. There are so many images, then nothing. her eyes fix on her rattle and she shakes it, making it chime. She holds it up, showing us and shakes it again.

Mera's eyes open and blink, then fix on Star. She coos, lips pursing. A sylph drifts out and hands Star a bottle. I smile, she is a natural. Star rocks Mera gently. There is a sadness in her that hurts as it brushes my aura. I rise and move behind her, leaning close so others cannot hear.

"Keon is making some hard choices. He has something he wants to get your opinion on when he is done at the boathouse." I glance up looking to see if Tomas has tripped Magnus as yet. "He is not as harsh a man as he seems. There is a very tender heart at the core of him. It is why he chose to give up his House seat in favor of Herne's offer. Have faith Star. He is aware of your affection for his little one."


*Damn Gracie!