Chapter Twenty-Two
Full Circle
Iadrawyn walked the shaded paths of Melaquenya with a babe in each arm. Her skin began to tingle as she got closer to the Glade of the Quenya. Other elves stepped aside with curious looks as she passed. She could hear their murmuring voices behind her as she went.
The two newborns were both calm in her arms, smelling faintly of milk and soap. Their swaddled faces peered up at the interlacing branches overhead. The one in her right had been the first to arrive—the son of a Sky Elf woman. His fine hair was white as bone, streaked with coal and his eyes were unusually dark. Andirlynia had helped to birth him.
Iadrawyn had assisted with the babe in her left arm. She could still taste the celebratory cup of wine she had indulged in on her tongue. His silver ey
