After another day of useless negotiations that just took the kings and queens in circles, Illyra was happy to return to her daughter. Rowan was growing fast, like all fae children, and she was already crawling and trying to sound out words.
“There’s my girl,” Illyra said, scooping Rowan up in her arms. Illyra blew a raspberry on her belly and tickled her.
Rowan giggled and kicked her legs. She was a very willful, independent child and only tolerated being held for a few moments before whining and kicking to get down.
Illyra folded her legs and sat down on the nursery floor. She shook a toy in front of Rowan and the child grabbed at it, making all kinds of sounds that weren’t actual words.
“She has your hair,” Skylar commented, coming into the nursery.
“And your attitude,” Illyra said with a laugh.
Skylar took a knee beside her and put a hand on her back. She smiled at him briefly before returning to play with her daughter.