Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

Nyx, having known before the conception of her daughters that this most recent litter would be her last, allowed her own thoughts to trail in a direction similar to those of Mahler. She, too, did not wish to place herself in such a position of vulnerability ever again.

Ciri and Elke were more than enough to fill her heart, and it beat solely for them. She adored them, only them, and as she padded along at Mahler's flank in silence Nyx considered all the sacrifice she would make for her children if she had to.

The Eisen's words drew raven-tipped lobes forward, curious. Moonspear was the far off peak where her brother reigned, and she wondered just how well the gargoyle might know him. "What do you have in mind?"