Guest walked through the forest alone, during the time of the night where every small critter seems to seize their movements and obverse, where the trees stop their sway with the breeze and hold their breaths. She stops at a clearing, one where many memories have held of a group of kids who now grew up and led empires and kingdoms.

She decended down to the ground at its center, her robes scattered around her like flowers in silk, and one hand came up and covered the swell of her abdomen, holding something precious. Three months. Three months she hid thi̇s secret. From her friends, her family, and her mate.

She closes her eyes and calls for her group in her mind and told them the news. A moment later, six separate footsteps ran to the clearing like moths to a flame.