Morning arrived shyly, creeping through the shutters as if afraid to disturb the peace inside.
Peace didn't last long.
Eira had already been awake for hours. She sat by the window, quill in hand, recording notes in a neat, serious script. The ink blot at the top of the page betrayed her trembling. Twin birth under the Red Moon. No complications. Aura stable. Father crying.
She glanced toward the bed.
Tristan was asleep, his face still pale but glowing faintly beneath the soft morning light. The aura around him had changed—no longer sharp or unstable but calm and steady, golden-white with a faint shimmer that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Shannon sat beside him, his shoulders relaxed for the first time in days. One arm rested protectively over the cradle that now held two small bundles. The boy slept soundly, the little girl seemed to be staring at nothing and everything all at once—eyes half-open, curious and calm.
