Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

Wildfire’s questions her a moment before she accepts the condition. Thuringwethil nods her head and though she doesn’t have to further explain, she chooses to do so anyway. “Everyone else earns their place here and so do our children, even if there isn’t a name attached. Now, they get something to go along with it,” she explains. They’d go through the same scrutiny as any of the others, as Gyda and Gavriel’s children had, and being their own children shouldn’t exempt them from their ways.

It isn’t long before Wildfire moves on, talking of another tradition her family has. Thuringwethil tries to keep her expression level as she goes on. Content just watching her work through the process, she focuses on her mate and her excitement over the children instead of her discomfort. She even attempts a nod when asked about the name they had chosen but instead of answering, she releases a shaky breath after a particular painful stab in her chest.