For Aleron~
Seth Callan
Dundarien
Seth traversed the corridors of Dundarien. Ahead of him, dressed in a tunic and breeches, with her hair caught back in a braid, Avalee carried a fair-haired toddler on her hip. He had to admit she was managing well, under the circumstances.
Somehow, on her own, Gaven’s capricious daughter had turned Dundarien nearly overnight into one of the largest of the impromptu sanctuaries for nenes fleeing the genocidal hunt still sweeping the South.
A swing of Ava’s braid exposed the birthmark on her neck, the same three-finger swipe that marked Seth’s own sons and daughter. They were Hawks to the bone, all of them, but the blood of Firstborn kings flowed in them, too.
Ava stopped at the door to Gaven’s study. A quiver in her chin came and went.
“Today marks
