Chapter 301: Old Friends Home Again


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    The morning of the moon ceremony finds me, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen. Eating.


    Rafe is with me this time, giggling happily as I dance happily around the room with him, singing about


    how delicious carrots are as I pour some baby carrots out from their bag onto a te and begin to


    munch on them..


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    I’m just getting to the part of the song – which I’m making up as I go along about how they’re good for


    your vision and help you make friends with rabbits when I hear an odd, familiar sound out in the hall.


    I gasp, spinning towards the door as the mechanical hum grows louder, and I’m nearly run over when


    Henry wheels into the room.


    “Henry!” I gasp, tears instantly lining my eyes, stumbling in my hurry to hug him close, almost falling


    into hisp.


    “Steady, girl!” Henryughs, putting out his hands to catch me and help me find my feet,ughing a


    little. He beams up at me and I’mughing too, shaking my head at myself as I lean down to give him a


    proper hug and then a kiss on both cheeks.


    “We missed you so much!” I gush, my heart in my throat as I pull away. “I’m so d you’re home and in


    time! A miracle!”


    “Certainly took some doing,” he says, raising his eyebrows at me. “I rode in a cargo ne to get here –


    this little man had better impress.” He shifts his gaze, then, to the baby in my arms.


    “Oh!” I say, standing up straight and remembering my manners. “Henry, may I please have the


    pleasure of introducing you to your grandchild?”


    “Nothing would give me more joy,” he replies, his own eyes wet now.


    I lean down to ce Rafe in his grandfather’s arms for the first time, trying hard no to be overwhelmed


    by the beauty of the moment. “This is Rafe Henry Sinir,” I say quietly, watching his face.


    “Rafe Henry,” Henry says, looking up at me, touched, and then down at the baby. “He’s a beauty, E.


    Wonderful.” He shakes his head, staring at my son. Though I’m overwhelmed by the moment, part of


    me reflects that I’m d Henry met Rafe while the baby is in a good mood. He still spends most of his


    time crying.


    I hear footsteps on the stairs and look towards the door, smiling when I see Sinir hurry through


    1. it.


    “Dad!” he booms, a huge smile on his face. I step back as Henry turns his chair, raising one arm


    towards his son, the baby still held in the other. Sinir bends down low to give his father a long, warm


    hug and I bite my lip to see it. Sinir never admitted it, but he worried about his father, and missed


    him. He’s d, I know, to have him back home, nearby.


    The two release each other and the kitchen is filled with happy noise for the next few minutes as we all


    buzz around each other, trying to do nice things for each other and make sure everyone’s


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    “Okay!” I dere. “You two “I say, pointing between Henry and Sinir, “go into the living room, take


    the baby, and rx. I’ll bring in coffee in a moment. Then we’ll catch up. All right?”


    The two of them nod andply, heading out of the room. A few minutester I follow them carrying a


    silver tray heaped with coffee and food. My stomach rumbles as I look down at it all and I roll my eyes


    at myself. How can I still be hungry?


    “He really is wonderful, E,” Henry says fondly, looking down at his grandchild when I enter the


    room.


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    “Yes, I’m easily persuaded of that,” I say casually, putting the tray down on the coffee table and sitting


    close next to Sinir. “Would you like me to take him?”


    “No,” Henry says quickly, looking up at me. “I mean if it’s all the same to you, I’ll hold him a little longer.”


    I nod eagerly, touched deeply to see the bond forming between them already.


    “He looks like you,” Henry says, smiling at my mate. “You, too, were a little bowling ball when you were


    born. With the same shock of ck hair.”


    I bite my lip, pleased to hear these sorts of details that Sinir wouldn’t know. “Do you have pictures?” I


    ask, curious. Henry nods eagerly and promises to show them to me next time I’m over. We spend a


    pleasant half hour catching up, with Henry telling us all about the harrows of his travel back to us, how


    much he wanted to get here in time for the ceremony. He also catches us up on the lives of our friends


    who we unfortunately had to left behind, and surprises us by telling us that Isabel, James, and Sadie


    came along with him so that they, too, could attend.


    “Really?” I gasp, excited.


    “Oh no,” Henry says, looking between us. “It wasn’t a secret, was it?”


    “Only until we knew for sure,” Sinir says, smiling at me. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed if they


    couldn’t make it.”


    “It’s wonderful,” I say, my eyes filling with tears again at the thought of seeing my friends. “Thank you.”


    Sinir murmurs “of course” and kisses my hair, but I also see him nce at the door. He’s torn, I


    know, between wanting to spend time with his dad and the duties I know are pressing on him to finish


    up before the ceremony tonight.


    “Go,” I say, giving him a nudge and a smile. “We’re perfectly all right here on our own.”


    “Are you sure?” he asks, ncing at me first and then his father.


    “Go!” His father says, waving his hand at his son. Then he smiles and pats the arm chair next to him.


    “Youe sit by me, E.”


    Grinning, I do as he says as Sinir heads out of the room, a mix of regret and relief on his face. He


    wants to be here, I know but…well, heavy is the crown.


    “I’m so d you’re here,” I say, smiling widely at Henry.


    “Well, it’s a very important event,” Henry says seriously, nodding to me. “I know that you didn’t


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    have a dedication, and that you haven’t been to one, but they are…they’re quite special, E. I wouldn’t


    miss it for the world.”


    “Good,” I murmur, smiling down at my son. “I want everyone here who loves him.”


    “It feels like yesterday that Dominic and Roger were dedicated,” Henry muses, likewise looking at my


    boy and shaking his head. “I can’t believe it’s already time for a new generation.”


    “Do you remember it well?” I ask, hoping that he’ll tell me more about it.


    “Oh yes,” Henry says, his eyes raised. “As well as the experience of being a godfather myself.”


    “Godfather,” I consider, turning my head to the side. “Why not Goddessfather?”


    Heughs a little, shrugging. “Who knows, E. Simplicity or misogyny, take your pick.” Iugh with


    him, letting the question pass. He’s right – it doesn’t matter.


    “So, you’re a godfather as well?” I prompt.


    Henry nods sagely. “Yes. It’s very special – very intimate. When you’re in the forest alone with the child


    you are…” he pauses, considering how to phrase it. “You’re treated to some insights into the child’s


    spirit, their future. It’s quite unique. In exchange for the dedication, the goddess gives a… prophecy of


    sorts.”


    My eyes go wide and I look down at my little boy, fascinated. “Really?” I breathe. “We get to learn about


    Rafe’s future tonight?”