Veronica looked towards the sky, shielding her eyes with her hand. Her dark brown hair was being tossed around by the wind, her green eyes scrutinizing the expanse above her. Her daughter, Mayla, tugged at her skirts, pointing up with a small finger.

"Veronica, what's wrong?" She turned towards the voice, recognizing her husband coming out of the small cabin with another small girl in his arms, the result of a recent birth.

"Something has happened," Veronica stated, kneeling down to pick up Mayla, letting the girl wrap her arms around her neck.

"What has you so transfixed on the sky?" Nethel asked, resting a hand on the small of Veronica's back.

She sighed. She couldn't pinpoint what was happening, or why, but this was only the beginning, of that she was sure. Mayla continued to point towards the sky, her little hands tugging at Veronica's hair in an attempt to get her to look. Finally, Veronica relented, expecting to see a bird fly around in a circle or a cloud that looked like an animal, much of what Mayla had always pointed out to her.

Instead, she saw saw a flock of birds, traveling in the shape of an arrow, followed by dark clouds. She squinted, taking a step forward and away from Nethel.

"Veronica, what is it?" His voice sounded more panicked than normal, which shocked her. Obviously, he felt something had gone wrong as well. He began to rock the fussy Malinda in his arms. Veronica assumed she needed to be fed, however, her attentions were currently elsewhere.

"Have you ever seen these kind of birds fly this way, Nethel?" Mayla, seemingly content with her mother's acknowledgment of her discovery, now was begging to be put down. Veronica obliged, setting the small girl on the ground to run around. She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she observed the dark clouds following them. They looked as though they were hooked.

"No," Nethel responded, moving besides Veronica. She routinely held out her hands and Nethel readily placed Malinda in her arms. Upon the contact, the small babe hushed. "In fact, I have never seen those birds before," he began, squinting like Veronica had been.

"Odd," Veronica said slowly, turning to look at Mayla, who was rummaging through the garden and grabbing random fruits and vegetables, long before they were ready to eat.

"Surely, it's nothing to worry about," Nethel said with a lazy grin. Veronica laughed lightly and hit him with the back of her hand.

"I give birth not even a day ago and you are already awaiting the next opportunity to get into my skirts." She smiled playfully at him as he shrugged in response.

"What can I say? It's hard to resist such a beautiful wife," he moved closer, brushing some of her dark hair out of her face. The wind, however, continued to whip her hair in all different directions. His hand lingered on her cheek and she leaned into his touch, sighing. It was a miracle that they didn't have more children.

"I don't even get a day of rest before you begin pursuing me all over again," she breathed out, rocking the sleeping babe in her arms.

"I will never stop pursuing you, Veronica," he smiled, kissing her forehead. His blue eyes matched the color of the sky and took her breath away like they had so many times before. She lifted a hand and ran it through his silky blonde hair, grabbing the nape of his neck and giving him a quick kiss before turning.

"Mayla!" Veronica yelled, the girl instantly dropping everything she had gathered. Unlike her mother or father, she had dark brown eyes. Her hair was a sandy blonde, a combination of both Nethel's brighter blonde and Veronica's darker brown. She smiled innocently. Veronica sighed and Nethel laughed. "Bring them into the house, I'm sure we can find something to do with them." The little girl nodded and hurriedly gathered all the fruits and vegetables in her arms, scurrying off into the house.

"A troublemaker, she is," Nethel teased, running a hand through their newborn daughter's dark hair. "I'm sure this one won't be any better."

"Not with a father like you," Veronica teased, smiling up at him. He laughed, running his hands down her sides, tickling her. Veronica squealed, running off into the house as Nethel ran after her.

xx

"Everything is lost," Cara spoke solemnly, slamming her fists down into the wooden table that Zedd was sitting at.

"And how so, my dear?" He asked, looking up at her, his brow furrowing.

"Not even a day, wizard. Not even one day and-" Cara froze when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Cara, why don't you hold Amadora?" She cringed, turning around to see Richard, whose face was beaming with a prideful smile. "Kahlan and I have been smothering her for the better half of the day, it's about time she learned of others in the household." The little girl looked up with bright blue eyes, her hands reaching for the blonde. Cara shuddered.

"It's only been a day since her birth, Seeker, I'm sure she doesn't mind being hogged by her over-doting parents," Cara tilted her head and smiled.

"Ah, but that isn't fair at all," Richard spoke, still smiling. "Rachel,Zedd, and Albert have held her, it's only right that you do so as well." He held out his arms, the little girl squirming and gurgling. Cara stood still as stone.

Zedd began laughing.

"A Mord'Sith, a woman trained to torture and kill, is scared of holding a wee babe?" Zedd boomed, causing Cara to turn her head and glare at him.

"Wizard, stay out of this." She hissed, causing Richard to laugh.

"Suite yourself, Cara. But sooner or later, you are going to be dying to hold this little one." Richard shook his head, reluctantly turning on his heel and going to find Kahlan.

"Is that what all the fuss is about, my dear? Holding Amadora? I assure you she is calm and a joy." Zedd said, smiling. Cara glared at him before leaving the room. He laughed before sitting back down at the table, sighing as he looked at the books all around him.

Richard said goodbye to Zedd before leaving the room to search for his beloved. He cooed softly to Amadora when she began stirring, using his foot to push open doors in hopes to find Kahlan tucked away behind one of them. However, she was hiding quite effectively, and he couldn't seem to find where she was.

He sighed, giving up and returning to their room. Amadora was sound asleep, and despite his desire to just hold her, he put her down in the small crib that he had made for her upon learning that Kahlan was still with his child. For awhile, he stood over the crib, watching as she turned in her sleep and how she let out soft breaths. He didn't even notice when Kahlan came into the room.

He jumped when he felt her hand rest on his back.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" Kahlan teased, dropping her hand and wrapping it around his waist, leaning into his arm. "I never thought my touch would scare you," she smiled up at him.

He laughed and leaned down, giving her a chaste kiss before directing his attentions back towards their child. "Your touch never has scared me, and it never will." He could tell she was smiling and it made his heart swell with joy.

"I can tell I'm going to have to compete with her for your attention," Kahlan breathed out, retracting her arm from his waist and sliding her hand down his arm, intertwining their fingers. "Spirits, you'll forget all about me when we have more daughters for you to be transfixed with."

Richard laughed and turned, wrapping his arms around her. "I could never forget about you, Kahlan. Plus, how am I supposed to have more daughters to divide my attention among if I forget all about the wife who helps me make them?" He kissed the top of her head and she chuckled into his chest.

"Then it is in your best interest not to forget about me, isn't it Seeker?" She laughed and he pulled away, taking her face in his hands.

"Forgetting about you would be like forgetting to breathe," she gave him a thin smile before nodding, obviously affected by his statement. "Besides, I remember making a promise long ago about having this palace overrun with blue eyed confessors, and I vaguely remember you being excited about it." He smiled and she laughed, her hand playing with the pendent that hung loosely around his neck.

"I'm very excited about it," she breathed out, tugging on the pendent, connecting their lips.

xx

Cara stood in the garden, her eyes scanning over all the life. She was tapping her agiel in her hand, her lips pursed. She hadn't addressed it with the others, but the magic fueling her deadly weapon was still very much alive.

It should have died with Rahl.