The List~
Glyneth o’Tegwen
Twelvestones
Ruadmoon, 4414
Glyneth listened.
Her Firstborn gathered in the weald this afternoon, savoring the warmth of a reluctant autumn. The weald’s tamed woodland bracketed the northern arc of the hillfort. Its labyrinth of hedges, pebbled paths, pools, and grassy knolls offered the illusion of privacy beyond the companionship of the central promenade.
The weald was a place for coming together and for being alone. It invited the Firstborn outdoors for games and amusements while shading fair skin from the sun. For Glyneth, it had become a fount of enlightenment on her Firstborn’s secrets and trysts, bribes and threats, schemes and slights.
Settled on a bench in a leafy bower intended for solitary meditation, Glyneth flipped another page. Her bored gaze
