Ravensblood Forest and out in the woods lighting struck

Pale moon eyes trailed over each figure as they were introduced. Mou who she did not remember — or if she did she could not make him out as much more than a ghost in those memories. Regardless she offered him a warm, brief smile.

Then there were children.

Vesper, Prevost, Peregrine, and Blueberry.

She did notice the difference between the last little girl and the other three, but she uttered no word of it. She had grown small and lean herself. She wondered if Blueberry would be the same when she was older.

What of the darker set of girls? What would they grow up like?

The only boy? Well, her heart skipped a beat when she considered him.

The disgust she had felt at the pregnant woman's form was not present here when faced with a litter of children. Perhaps it was because they were already out. They were her mother's children. All of them. No matter whatever story Maegi held for Sakhmet.

Which meant —

Siblings...? Can I... She swallowed the lump in her throat as she sunk down some to see them better. Call them that? A look from them back to her mother.

This took precedence over telling her mother of the plateau, of her hunt for Kigipigak. Soon she would fold them in. First she needed to know what she should call the quartet her mother and Mou had brought forth.