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.
