Watching the trio explore, first with hesitance, then with growing enthusiasm, their individual personalities were beginning to shine through. Eilidh was proving to be quite curious, leading the charge into the brush with playful yips at her siblings, sweet and endearing as ever. Saorlaith was quieter, almost dreamy in the way she wandered. Despite her size and youth, she moved with surprising grace. And then there was Faolán, the anxious little one. Curious and eager, yet hesitant to fully commit.

Kirain smiled adoringly as she watched them investigate their surroundings. They were going to grow into such interesting characters, no doubt. Her gaze shifted to her husband, wondering how he was taking it all in. Was this what he had experienced with Blossom? Did moments like this make him ache? He was so present, so gentle... but was he hurting beneath it all?

On the surface, he seemed steady and content, but who could truly know what stirred beneath his skin? Kirain worried her bottom lip in thought, not realizing she was staring rather intently.