Upon The Ledge

Eriar grinned to herself. She knew Merilin well enough by now to have predicted his choice, but she'd always give him the choice. Especially since he was here and not out and about.

She was about to move away from setting the pot at the fire when the door opened. Her heart jumped, joy flushing through her at the voice - no, voices - that rang through the quiet.

Reida! Cade!

The pot of water hung now, she immediately whisked herself over to them both. Arms - and wings - outstretched, excited to embrace them both.

My loves, your timing is wonderful. Come, come. Let us get you washed up while the stew cooks. She smiled over at Merilin. Darling, can you add the ingredients once the water boils? The spices are set out beside the vegetables.