"Speak drengr!" She held the blade to his throat. His eyes never left hers as he inhaled deeply. "Little Fena, born at midnight. So precious was she, that she stole the moon's light. She made no sound, eyes full of wonder. The nine realms gifted us their splendour." Her eyes brimmed with tears as he took the hatchet from her shaking hands. "I'd know that moonlit hair anywhere."