Nova Peak Wähkär

“I will pray for you, and them. The sky spirits reserve a magic for pregnant women who call upon them; the stars will listen."
Ayovi would leave the second mother now to rest, but not before hesitating in her step. “I’m grateful I’m not doing this alone,” a grin fans up into her eyes.
She would be back with the chamomile— and by that time she must decide what to do about Lorcan.