Written for the March Challenge on the "Tamora Pierce Experiment" forum.

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On Solstice, the cradle shone like a beacon, he thought.

Weiryn took one step forward then hesitated, hands trembling.

To encourage, Sarra wove her fingers among his.

He heard a burble and walked onward.

Father stared, smiled, leant over baby.

Tiny hands brushed his antler.

Eyes searched, met, melded.

For a moment.

His daughter.

Daine.