Sequoia Coast was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

Had she thought of names for her children? Verx’s children? She’d meant to — meant to, and certainly had been trying to. Often, whispers of either of her tongue had had come to mind; but nothing had felt close to perfection. Not yet. Aure said as much, tentatively drawing closer and falling in alongside the little wraith, ”Not quite. I have thought of them; dreamed them up. Perhaps an epiphany will come to me?”

If only she’d known the manner said epiphany would arrive from. But she was a mere silver, and knew nothing within the hours to come other than all those remedies and rosemary meant for her to-be apothecary. She knew nothing but the love she cradled in her heart and womb for Vercingetorix. And she knew it wasn’t within her to hold prejudice for those deemed enemy — only half-so, at least.