That night, my sisters came at the call of our father. We dined together for the first time since the uprising caught Father preoccupied and a strange feeling welled in my heart. Aesira and Eudora smiled meaningfully when I came into the dining hall, but my mind still wandered to Fenrir’s words. I vaguely shook my head to erase the unwanted thoughts and took up my seat to Father’s right.
I checked up on Zemira and Jamira, our twin babes, and they giggled as I touched their heads. Our other sisters, Velora and Astraea, are preoccupied overseas with Velora’s scholarly ventures and Astraea’s cultivation. They have been gone for two years, but that does not matter, since they have been consistently sending us letters sharing their adventures.
Father clears his throat, the attention of everyo
