Noctisardor Bypass church

sweetharbor was not a name that heda had expected to hear aloud, let alone from druid. she was caught visibly off-guard, jerking as she cleaned a milkmeat dribble from the corner of @Gideon's mouth and smoothed the stubborn hairs on the back of @Ezra's head. the boys twisted and fussed and by the time they scampered off again, she'd regained control of herself.
"i think that's really nice, druid. we —" didn't have enough time together to create traditions "— we didn't really have any. we played in the sea fairly often, and sang sometimes, but nothing really formal."
she looked at the pups in the eveninglight and clung to the scrap of contentment in her chest.