Emberwood So once for the bright sky, twice for the pig sty, thrice for another day

Aunt Reverie. Odd to hear it from the youth's lips, but the Dancing Queen had once anticipated this title. To be an aunt, an older sister, a mother; to welcome new generations of Medeiros children to the fiery birthright of their homeland. That was all gone now. The Gilded Sea, gone.

This was their birthright, then; Hushed Willows, its ways and its wolves, all that Reverie had built. Of course, She murmured, offering a gentle smile. We're family, aren't we? And this is your home now - so you should see it. They would make a nomad of the girl, Reverie decided, as was proper for a Medeiros. She hoped that in time Peridot would learn that freedom was a sweeter taste than fear.