Hushed Willows [festival] so twice five miles of fertile ground

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She could understand the urgency belying Tashkent’s words, the same way she’d understood Isleña’s desolation in the time prior to this festival. No one should have to go through that pain, and yet, everyone does. Dragostea’s words came to her, then; all but forgotten from the time she’d arrived with winter. ”Take all ze time you need, of course. To lose those of your blood, your heart, it is...” Her scarred lips thinned, saying everything she couldn’t.

So much had happened with them since then — she’d never thought the brawlish male she’d known nothing of would become father to their children, much less have become so in love with him; lesser still that he would’ve led to her brother's discovery. And she suddenly ached for Verx, then, as she often did, yet gazed with quiet kindness at the two Luks.

Something a bit elfin pranced in argent eyes as she took in Tashkent’s display, trilled, ”What are we waiting for?” and knew it wouldn’t be long before she lost herself to fervor once more.