Hoshor Plains pretty like the wind

He wanted the children to know their blood. Vairë did not hide the existence of their father from them, but she did not tell them much. Just that he had existed.

She felt her throat click when she swallowed.

I won’t deny them the other half of their family because I am bitter about byegones. She put on her best smile, despite the hurt it caused.

I would love for them to know you and your family, Njord. You all can come by anytime to see them, if you wish, or I can bring them to the Hinterlands once spring comes. Travel in the winter, with children as young as hers, probably would not end well.