Dragoncrest Cliffs Bluebells

She left the children momentarily, knowing the warmth of the bright afternoon would keep them comfortable even in her absence. She meandered through Bluepeace Meadow as the wildflowers swayed, always within sight of the den’s mouth.

She gazed toward the cerulean heavens, fangs bared for a moment. Hanging on the wind were a few ivory gulls, and swallows whisked to and fro. She sniffed indignantly and licked her lips. No eagles, no hawks, no falcons.

She would never lose another the way she had lost Reqiuem, she promised herself.

And then she sang out for her sister, her brother, for Svalinn and the others- Maleah, who might like to spend some time with the two-week old children, Cayetano if he was near, his elderly ward Kheviel if she was well. Her nieces and nephews might want to handle the young ones, annd bring their newest siblings ans well. And one by one she brought her children- @Cheri, @Jean-Heron, @Èlosie and @Roux so they could rest in a soft bed of new grass in the roving shadows of the flowering trees they lived beneath.