Sun Mote Copse The book is on the table.

Being able to joke was a very honest sign that things were going for the better, even if Raven's verdict still plagued and poisoned every day of Towhee's life. Especially, when Niamh's season (and two existing children) at the moment was a constant reminder of, what she could not have. Wraen could picture, what Regent felt like, but was not vain to declare that she could walk in the other's shoes.

"Is that, what she intends to do?" Wraen chuckled. "You know that you and I are in power of forbidding parents calling their children in derogatory names," she suggested, though would not do no such things. She exerted power only, when it was absolutely necessary, and let her loyal subjects live under impression that they were free to do, what they wanted, in the meanwhile. 

"Same old, same old," she shrugged, there was nothing new on her facebook feed she would want to share with the world. "Though I have to admit - I was surprised to see that Niamh approached me about the matter of having children. I thought... after Colt... well, you know," this did not puzzle her very much, she was glad that Niamh had moved on with her life, but it was still odd to think that after everything she wanted to have a family again.