The teleportation circle hummed softly beneath their feet, the sigils carved into the stone pulsing with a familiar violet glow. Elysia stood at the center of it with one hand wrapped around Malvoria's fingers and the other resting on Kaelith's shoulder, steadying her.
It wasn't like last time.
Two years ago, they'd ridden half the way up the mountain, hiked the rest, their cloaks soaked through from the mist and their legs burning by the time they reached the cabin.
Now, the castle's upper terrace had its own dedicated teleportation sigil etched specifically to reach the mountain cabin.
Because they weren't just two reckless lovers anymore.
They were parents.
"Hold still, little star," Elysia murmured, gently nudging Kaelith's feet closer to the center of the circle.
"I am," Kaelith whispered back, which might have been more convincing if she weren't vibrating with excitement like a tiny thunderstorm.
