Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

Druid favored Heda with a fond smile when she joked about fainting. She didn’t even need to say it: were that to truly happen, her sisters would be there to catch her.

Soon their attentions were redirected to the birds’ nest. Druid’s lips pursed as she processed Heda’s observations. How do you know it’s a mom and dad? she wondered. She thought of Mireille’s two mothers and of their own single mother. It wasn’t really a conscious thought, so to speak, but fathers seemed rather unnecessary to her.