Nova Peak Wähkär

"that sounds lovely," elowen mused, a warm smile playing at her lips. she could almost picture it—warm nights, the air thick with the scent of ripened berries and laughter shared between women. the kind of ease she had not yet found in this life, but perhaps, with ayovi, she could.

her gaze softened, lingering on the curve of ayovi’s stomach. "i'm glad, too," she said quietly. "kin before they understand the word." there was a comfort in that thought, a promise of companionship woven between them before they’d even drawn breath. "how many do you think you'll have?"