Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

teya was not prepared by how much rosalyn resembled her son. or that the tall boy at the borders was her brother-in-law! she was grateful for the words of reyes and the sea women.
he predictably stumbled over what they were.
teya felt the pinch of it. not that he had failed to define them in the moment, only that his mothers were elegant. regal. she cringed at caracal's youthful exuberance but when rosalyn spoke again, it was to welcome their group.
"thank you," she said softly. her clearwater gaze shifted to the tall man with the red tail. "i care for your son. a lot," she let out all in a rush, unsure of why she felt so compelled to share!