“Sága,” Leet said, arriving, also staring.
Like many Siblin brothers, they didn’t look alike, though they were both big. Leet’s hair was dark blonde, wavy, more stocky than his brother. Winter waited, giving them a moment. Soule’s beauty was a shock when you first saw her. It took time to recover.
Havish realized first. He took off his top hat and bowed, looking sheepish, Leet doing the same after a moment.
“Congratulations,” Havish said. “I apologize for my earlier words, Soule. I didn’t know.”
Soule didn’t say anything. Havish was looking at her Tal. And her breasts. Winter felt a wave of irritation. Tusks were impossible.
“You’re Maren’s daughter?” Havish asked her, surprised.
Soule nodded.
“You found Maren?” Leet said to Isidor. “Where?”
“Nanine,” Isidor answered. “But Maren’s
