Sun Mote Copse My blue eyes never looked so green

Clover backpedaled out of the family embrace in tandem with Eljay, bewildered by Finley's question. She glanced wildly between Finley, Eljay, and Wildfire, attempting to decipher what had driven her mother to come to the conclusion that she had. And suddenly, it came to her: the smell of Wildfire's dwindling heat intertwined with Elyjay—Clover gawked at the realization. 

Once the initial shock had diminished, Clover looked at her brother and sister (?????) with a smug grin. "When should I expect my nieces and nephews?" she asked.