The four of them were sitting down to an evening meal. Maric and Nimue were so sweetly in love that Samantha’s teeth almost ached. Nimue was chatty but kept arching her eyebrow and smirking at Samantha while touching her own heart. Samantha blushed every time, cursing herself under her breath. That repeated reaction was as annoying as falling for the same practical joke over and over.<br/><br/>Faren was in good spirits and kept reaching for her as if it were as normal as breathing. She had enjoyed his touch in the privacy of the forest, but in front of people, it still felt a little awkward. Samantha took a deep breath and smiled a radiant smile to the man she loved, hoping that if she forced herself to relax soon being touched so openly would become second nature the way it was for Nimue.<br/><br/>Maric had poured drinks all around, toasting them for their happy news where a  commotion from outside drew their attention. The little house that Maric and Nimue inhabited was really a common traveling house, used for any who needed a safe stop over through Avalon so they often found themselves hosting pilgrims who stopped by.<br/><br/>Nimue went to the door but before she could raise the latch a woman burst through the door. Her hair was red and stood out in brassy tight curls around her freckled face. Her blue eyes burned as she looked around the room as if she came with a mission. They rested on Faren and she waded across the room.<br/><br/>“I have found you and there is no need to run away again.” She crowed in triumph while Samantha stared at her love in dismay.<br/><br/>“He will try to deny he knows me but, he cannot deny the child.” The woman strode back to the door where she promptly shouted,<br/>“Maisie, come here, ducky. I have found your daddy!”<br/><br/>The woman came back in the house this time with a small girl in tow. She was the perfect spitting image of Faren. Even Maric’s eyebrows nearly touched his hairline.