Aether's Obsession
"They have two parents who are constitutionally incapable of being still."
Lirian laughed.
Vaelor made a sound that was not quite a grunt and not quite an agreement, which was, for Vaelor, the equivalent of laughing.
Mara looked between them at this enormous, ancient sovereign standing beside his laughing, silver-haired, several-months-along mate in the gardens of the citadel at his brother's wedding, and something moved through her expression that she didn't try to conceal. The specific warmth of someone who had been watching a story unfold from close enough to know all its parts and was standing at one of its right moments.