Hushed Willows To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar

Maybe a little bit of both, Everett said, as the little girls quieted with Reverie's presence. She had a way with them that only mothers did. Dahlia turned on both Reverie and Foxglove and gummed them all about. No more screams (for now); only exploration. Everett's eyes remained soft, and he breathed a laugh, but it looks like they must be celebrating now.

He lay his head on the ground so he could be eye-level with the girls. Still so small and bright eyed! He rolled over on his back and gazed up at his sister, the sunlight gentle around her. I wonder if they'll remember any of today when they're older, and he tried to think back to when he'd been this small, but found that any memory of a world without sight had long disappeared. Still, I hope they do.