Honeyed Pasture d r i f

He blew a raspberry at her. Silktail squealed in delight and did it right back: PBBBBBT! Little flecks of spittle sprayed the small space between them, making the youngster’s eyes dance in amusement.

Her attention span was short, though, and she suddenly wondered: where was her brother? Why wasn’t he out here playing with their second dad? That’s how Silktail had already come to think of this male stranger, since he evoked many of the same characteristics as her first dad.