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The gays?? In MY thread???? I've been blessed

Etienne's was a gentle presence, a warmth scarcely distinguishable from the sunrise. The child slept; the finch took up its song again, undisturbed. The morning might have passed altogether in this peaceful silence.

But where the healer was spring-kissed and pensive, Anselm was winterforged and grasping. The air chilled with arctic shards of his panic, his anger, and sent the finch fluttering away.

Goldfinch woke with a gasp and a startled wail. She quieted for a moment, looking around. Then she looked directly at Anselm, took a deep breath, and started to scream-cry. The kind with snot and everything.