Dawn of Clarity

As they neared the table, Bianca looked up, her expression soft but discerning. “Good morning,” she greeted smoothly. “You all took your time.”

Lyra smiled first. “Good morning, Aunt Bianca.” She leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

Bianca leaned forward in return, resting her head briefly against Lyra’s and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Gently taking her hand in hers, she