skill: seer 2/5 BWP

Neither of her siblings kept her waiting with her thoughts and the spirits for long. She'd gotten a bit carried away, she'd heard those names again - Julien and Cortland - but she had not remembered to ask her parents if they knew either of the names. Saorlaith had grown, seven whole months of her life she'd spent in and out of these grounds. They had never gone together off anywhere the way that their parents had.

They could though.

They were old enough to test those boundaries and if they were together then that should be fine. It would be. Three Mayfair children, three as it always had to be. Three Mayfair witches. That was more than enough. She turned when Faolan spoke to her, keen eyes picking up the way that his legs trembled. She had called him far too far! She had just been so caught up with the runes she had neglected her brother's wellbeing. Immediately she wilted, letting out a little whine before she sidled up to him and reached out to nuzzle his cheek. I'm so sorry, I didn't think... She admitted with a grimace.

Embarrassed or not, she didn't care one bit. That was not her focus. She looked around and realized how far she really had brought them, as Eilidh found them both. Saorlaith greeted her pale sister with a nuzzle. With all three, it will be. She quipped - and wasn't that what their parents had taught them? They could manifest; they could change the world and why not start with the runes and the dreams?

She nodded her head towards the deeper parts of the glade. Shall we? She would not force them - but she had a feeling. Maybe they were on the right path at least!