My own children, wise and strong beyond my hopes.  Our Daughter, who was named Faustine at her birth, is called by her packname Fembair.  We have suffered our distances, but I am pleased to have become quite close with her. Though a grown woman, I cannot help but to see her for the childe she was.

Our Son Cyradis, named after his grandfather, remains silent as of late. My concern for him grows, though I know he is well in health.  He was accused of murdering one of our Elders without just cause, but he has been cleared of that. I believe that trialing time took it's toll on him. He is much smaller than Fembair, remaining very childlike in appearance.  They are both our treasures, I know I both loathe and delight in their being grown.