Honeyed Pasture bol, radha, bol

Luckily for them both, there would be no need for calling. When all was said and done, the two little ones who showed up didn’t make much of a fuss. Drinking calmly at her side, Ty called for… well, could she really call him their father? It was hard to know for certain, but it was he who was here.

Aditya? You can come in. They’re here. Ty gazed down at them, still not quite believing that they were real. Not quite believing she was capable of making them.

I’ve been thinking about names the past few weeks. What do you think of Waxwing for the boy and Silktail for the girl?