This time, the children are in the parlor with Seilan.

She has hardly let them out of her sight since that woman's appearance.

Seilan closes the door to the children's room softly behind her. Both are asleep. It should give her an hour or so to herself. She moves through the house with something less than her normal grace -- her swelling belly is making her awkward -- and settles into a chair in the parlor ( Read more... )

Seilan runs her fingers over the dress in its plastic bag. It crinkles softly.

There had been few difficulties in acquiring it, but nothing insurmountable, and though she wondered what it will be used for, he had assured her it would be for their mutual benefit.

(Even remembering the way he said it, she shivers.)

Soon.

Yes.

There is always something to be doing around the house, even when the children are being quiet. Rinnainna has fallen asleep on a couch, and Mien is reading quietly. Seilan has left them alone, knowing full well that they will not do anything unseemly.