Her sons woke a week later, and she had to swallow her tears when first Larz and then Zorlorf opened their eyes. She rushed to their sides and knelt down, laughing and crying at the same time.
"How do you feel? Do you need anything?"
Larz fixed his red eyes on her. He almost had the face of a grown warrior. To strangers, the boys would have looked identical but she could tell them apart by the small differences only a mother would know. Larz had higher cheekbones, more prominent than his brother's.
"We're fine," Larz answered, much to her surprise.
"You can talk?" Even though Zacar had told her that they would speak in a few months, she didn't think they would be able to speak yet. She was amazed. Up to the moment they'd started to groan in pain from their first change, they'd never sa
