'More or less, Ciaran is about eight years older than Maeve. As to their magic, well... they've always had it, they couldn't not have magic with their parents being who they are. And they have always known it, even before they were strong enough to wield it, even unintentionally.'

Morgana listens to this and considers it, biting her lip slightly. 'I mostly end up sleeping outside on Beltaine and sometimes the other holy days.' Once, though, once she had spent years at a time mostly sleeping out or in tents. With only the warmth of friendly bodies and furs to keep her from the freezing cold.

'Something sweet is fine, it will meet us when we get to where we're going.'