Blackfeather Woods gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit

Maegi giggled slightly, returning his playful antics with nose boops of her own. She was a child again, playing with her own boy—oh, how time flew! Strange that things had changed so much and yet remained the same; the foundation of everything was timeless.

Cass, do you see me? Do you see us? Without the spangled-pelted woman, things may have ended up quite differently for Maegi.

For kindness, for love, for acceptance. . .she was grateful.

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