The cradle had been moved.
It sat now in the corner of Malvoria and Elysia's chamber, flanked by protective sigils etched in silver flame and draped with sheer veils enchanted to mute sound and maintain warmth.
The blanket inside was soft enough to make clouds jealous, and the tiny figure curled at its center Kaelith, wrapped in a haze of sleep and faint purple embers was quiet. Blessedly quiet.
Which was the only reason this covert meeting was possible.
Malvoria sat cross-legged on their massive bed, back against a mountain of velvet pillows, her left hand resting over Elysia's where it lay in her lap.
The rest of their council of absurdity occupied the nearby armchairs and chaise lounges like overstuffed royalty at a secret tea party.
"Keep your voices down," Malvoria whispered, her voice barely a breath. "If she wakes up, this whole meeting goes to the Abyss."
