Exton

Head bowed, the blue streak in Keon's black fall caresses Mera's hand. Her tiny fingers knot in his hair, holding tight. Dark eyes shining, he kisses her forehead, murmuring softly in Gaelic.

"*Tá do ainm Mera Cassandra Thorn. 

Is tú an iníon Cassandra Loch, agus Keon Angus Dealg Drubh. 

Bhí do mháthair a Nymph álainn úra huiscí agus an Duine, Draio. 

Tá d'athair Sidhe de chuid na Cúirte Dark, Minstrel, Assassin na dTiarnaí Dubh, saighdiúir de Herne, Tiarna na Harryville. 

Is breá linn tú níos mó ná an oíche domhain agus bronntanas do choinneáil go maith i lámha mo Sciath Bráthair, Erik, agus a bhean chéile leath Sidhe Star. 

Níl tú tréigthe, gealach beag. Tá tú grá agus is é seo an chuid is fearr is féidir liom a dhéanamh duit."

Star hands him a bottle and Keon watches his daughter as she drinks. Her blue eyes never leave his face, one hand still bound in his  hair. His words are lyrical, almost sung.

"^Is tú mo ghrá, gealach beag, chomh mór agus is breá liom do mháthair, Bhaidhb Dia a spiorad."

Trooper leans against his side, head tilted to watch the baby. He whines softly and Keon holds her lower for the Hound to inspect. Mera's gaze moves to the Hound and she waves her free hand. Trooper leans closer, letting her touch him. She coos around the nipples, blowing bubbles. Keon sets the bottle aside and raises her to lean against his shoulder as she burps. He untangles her tiny fingers and moves her into a better position in his arms. He traces a finger lightly behind her gills.

"I will not interfere with her raising. You will be better parents than I could be. There are others who would visit her as well, but will do so only on your approval." His face is neutral, emotions almost hidden in the bland expression. "You do me a great favor in this. I do not know what I can do to repay this."


*Your name is Mera Cassandra Thorn.

You are the daughter of Cassandra Loch,and Keon Angus Dealg Drubh.

Your mother was a beautiful Nymph of Fresh Waters and Human, Druid.

Your father is a Sidhe of the Dark Court, Minstre l, Assassin of the Dark Lords, Rider of Herne, Lord of the Hounds.

We love you more than the night is deep and gift your well keeping into the hands of my Shield Brother, Erik, and his half Sidhe wife Star.

You are not abandoned, little moon. You are loved and this is the best I can do for you.


^I love you, little moon, as deeply as I love your mother, Goddess bless her spirit.