Loëndë
It was her daughter, who first slipped into this world, and with a loud wail proclaimed it her own. Pio grinned widely, reaching for the dark haired, red faced, wizened little bundle as Peony brought her near.
She made the way easy for her brother, who followed shortly after, and without much effort, protesting with a lusty cry, the touch of cold air against his skin.
Pio held them both in her arms, kissing each on their tiny head as they turned to find her.
Mithadan! Your son and daughter have arrived. All is well! They await your naming. Take care, Beloved, and return to us safely.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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