Orphaned in childhood, cut off from her relatives, this child of bards found a home in a distant Temple. And a second in the nearby forest.

She learned the ways of the midwife. Healer. She joined the King Stag. Lover. She danced the wheel of the year. Priestess.

Finding love in her first days beneath the wings of hawks’ flight, she battled her own demon of fierce independence while another challenged her will.

The earth priestess lost everything: love worst of all.

She learned, she grew. In finding the forest heart, hers was strengthened. To find love in a fiery dance, deepest eyes. Hearts kindled, peace found in the chaos. A child sacrificed for those eyes, for that love.

The dark eros. Deceiver. Seducer.

A bright spark now born to the mother, twin to that child. Keeper of the stars. Moonchild.

A second child, foundling chased by his own haunted past, held safe in her arms. Beloved son of her heart.