The Transcended was not afraid to allow her children to wander here, for they would be safer in the Dragon's Throat than they would anywhere else. Despite her memory of Ivezho leaving the Throat in order to find her and the guilt associated with it, the dove was confident upon her return that the patrols would turn her children back long before they reached the edges of the desert. And, after all, there was only one way in or out now, and neither Hawke nor Aelin were yet capable of flight.

The dove had found her newest twins to be particularly enjoyable. No longer was she under the stress of maintaining the Dragon's Throat, nor was she worried that their father, like her first lover, would disappear. He had sworn himself to her, that night on the boat, and though a niggling doubt tickled at the back of her mind, she reminded herself that he had yet to willingly fail her once his word had been given. In any case, she found that the time she had spent with the twins had been uneventful and particularly joyful, sunning herself as she watched their antics in the Orangemoon sun. This, she was sure, was what motherhood was supposed to be like. She only wished she had figured it out sooner, and without the line of successive failures that continued to haunt her.

She allowed the children their distance, though they had not yet gotten quite out of her sight. They were never gone for long, nor did they wander very far as yet. Or, that is, they had not wandered very far until today. She had watched them draw off into the distance, sighing with regret as she was forced to leave behind the particularly green patch of grass she had found in the oasis. Still, she was happy for the exercise as she trotted easily across the desert sands, her petite form perfect for the task that larger equines hated. The sand never sucked her in as it did for those more sturdy than she; indeed, it caressed the soles of her hooves lovingly, allowing her to spring lightly forward even at the slowest of paces.

The angel came upon the pair as then knelt over something on the ground, completely entranced. She noted Hawke's expression of complete disgust and frowned, concerned that they might have found something unhealthy, or even poisonous to eat. "What in the world was in your -" she began sharply, halting suddenly beside the colt with concern written across her face.

And then she saw the owl.

"Where did you find the owl?" she asked, worried now for a different reason. Had they found an egg? Taken it from its nest and, therefore, its mother? Or would the little bird be to one of the twins as Astraeus was to her?

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Live... I want to live on fire
Die... I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight