Noctisardor Bypass seda

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the quiet children. the laughter of her boys. the silent daughters.
amadeo did not encourage heda to make a pilgrimage of motherhood, but rather to stand back, and heda froze within the strong circlet of his arms. not with fear, but with a transient sense of fear and longing, a dread that if she did not go out, they would one day, one by one, turn up dead.
"they were only children when we — when i —" but they were children no longer.
would appearing upon the shoreline of sweetharbor harm them anew? she had become a mother again, she had — oh, dinah, ava, ana!
she had made her choice before their eyes, and shame singed though her like lashwhip. 
god will lead them back to you, and she felt the tension slip from her muscles, replaced with a desperate trust.
her eyes reached up for amadeo, her gaze meeting his. "you. i-it should be you. beside me."