Redhawk Caldera a knot in the wood; the song of a thrush

Amalia's mother was much like that. Fearless. Except there had been fear towards the end of her father's reign when it all came apart. Fear for the future and for her children.

Amalia nodded. It does, but also grief is just sort of all the love we didn't get to give them. And when its strong it means the love was great in its size.

That is a nice and noble way of giving back to your dad. It really is.

She chuckled then. Because we would fight. Alaric and I are a lot alike in many ways and sometimes we press each others nerves. And he likes the danger the mountain provides.