Wren's daughter arrived that summer, barely two months after Mira's wedding, a healthy, dark-haired girl the new parents named Aerin, after Corvin's own grandmother, and the news reached Thornveil within hours, carried by a breathless courier who'd ridden the entire distance from Ashgrove without stopping.Elira traveled there immediately, Mira and Elian close behind, and found Wren propped up in bed, exhausted and radiant in equal measure, Corvin hovering nearby with the particular dazed, overwhelmed joy of a new father still catching up to the enormity of what had just happened."She's perfect," Wren said, as Elira leaned close to properly meet her newest great-niece. "I keep counting her fingers, over and over, like I can't quite believe she's real."Elira studied the small, sleeping face, searching, almost without meaning to, for the particular telltale flicker that had once marked Mira's own earliest hours. Nothing stirred, at least not yet, though Elira understood, from everythi
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