The Sunspire For in his eye were stars that burned

Olive’s easygoing thirdborn alerted at the unmistakable call of his mother — but in Oaxaca’s world, Séamus and Eleuthera very much called the shots, so he didn’t start moving until his brother did. He arrived on the scene only moments thereafter, nuzzling against his mother and brother with a characteristically melodic hum, pressing his tiny paws against her larger one rhythmically. Whatever was wrong, it was going to be all right — the world was still good and the sun would still rise, and they still had each other. They always would.

Yes, if Oaxaca was guilty of one thing, it would be his eternal optimism.