Blackfeather Woods when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Yes, Maegi said, though she spoke no further. If Vaati wanted to know more, they could discuss it at a later time. Right now was about his return, and his reunion with his children. One of said children piped up—you should be bigger—and the remark drew a worried smile from the Nona.

He used to be, she thought, and was beginning to answer when Cassiopeia appeared, handling the introduction with grace.

She gave her friend a soft look and then stepped back a pace or two, letting the family sans Scylla have their moment. As she moved, she bent her muzzle to nudge Venamis on the shoulder, urging him to do the same. He was even more of a bystander here than she was, now.

Let's go for a walk, Maegi suggested sotto voce. To Vaati, she gave a parting glance: We'll speak later.