Nimbus Summit what is happiness but a word?

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and with just a few words, antha was no longer a blackwood witch, or a mayfair witch, two separate yet combined identities she had clung to since childhood. she had done as all witches were raised to do, as her own mother had taught her years ago. here, with this union, antha had created a new line of witches. a line that would never know the true horrors of their origin, their heritage.

it was the dawning of a new day.

the rise of the tatkret witches.

the moment passed, and logistical concerns won out over antha's joy. the pair would discuss the impending construction of the arlathan, and what that meant for their own lodgings. on many things antha would bend to her mate's wishes, but on this she was clear: their own den would be within the arlathan, as was antha's duty and her right as one of the medics and future mothers of atautsikut.

but they would choose it together. they would do everything together, now.