Hoshor Plains im an object in motion

Vairë’s smile was thin, but present.

I believe you. She murmured. This was no fight she would stick her nose into, just a push in the right direction. She hoped.

And when the time comes, I hope he is good to you. May you have a love like moonwoman and sunman. She looked to her children then, and her entire face softened.

What is done is done, there is nothing I can do to change it. What matters is the future, and mine is in them. And what could be, especially with tall, handsome men with rosey eyes, but she did not speak that.