Naomi POV
Three days later, Naomi adjusted the gold circlet on her head. It looked like an autumn leaf and, of course, was a fine example of dwarf craftsmanship. Cyran wore one with fire serpents on it The dwarves had also made platinum ceremonial armor for them, with molded gold decorations on it. But it felt lighter than leather or wool.
Rose had woven red cloaks for them, which indicated she at least felt a bit better. She also had begun work on a new banner to celebrate the Winter Moon Festival.
“Why are we wearing these things now? The feast is tonight,” she remarked.
Cyran kissed her. “Maybe Roslynn and Kellam shared our private news?”
The mere thought of what she’d discovered last night when Kellam checked on them made her weak with joy. They wanted to tell their family together, now that they celebrated their blessings privately.