Sun Mote Copse Try to follow a path to lead me to the light

As the adults conversed, Weejay piped up cheerily and Elwood looked down at her with a smile. She was the spitting image of a Blackthorn, and, conversely, Elfie looked just like his mother. The two were the perfect amalgamation of Wildfire and Eljay. "Hi, Weejay!" he greeted her, even as her mother gently advised her to lower her voice.

With a chuckle, he replied to Wifi, "Suave Sock, yes. It's always our goal to make sure at least one of the names is a mouthful. They'll probably all earn their nicknames before long, though." It was a family tradition that he cherished; although Finley didn't go by her nickname, many of their children did, and those monikers often seemed to fit better than the titles given to them at birth. He couldn't wait to see what these little ones would be called.

"Can you believe you used to be that small?" he asked Weejay, as Avery stretched and yawned behind him and exposed her toothless pink gums.