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Roevember Day 2: Moon(cats)!

Syggironn had been trying to spend a nice, quiet night with her darling wife, Jihli, until the pair were jolted from their repose by the sound of a blade striking wood and a shrill scream that sounded like one of the triplets!

Nary a glance was exchanged before the two were out the door. Syggironn tugged her long coat over her shoulders, Jihli wrapped her cableknit sweater around herself tightly and they were out in the yard in moments. Before them were the triplets, though the only trouble they were in was of their own making.

Thosinskylt had - once aain - snuck out of bed to practice with the Tale's striking dummy, and Aergbluom was never one to miss a show of swordsmanship. The screech had come from Bleigeim, the smallest of the triplets, having found the two up to mischief and becoming so rapidly overwhelmed with worry for her siblings. After their fears were assuaged, Jihli took it upon herself to calm the little kitten who had so carefully styled herself after her mother. Syggironn, knowing there would be no sleep for her any time soon, felt a smile cross her face as she slipped into her intructor tone, encouraging Thosinskylt's strikes, offering the advice that came with years on the road.

It seemed to her that one day these three would form a party of their own and strike out for their own fortunes, and as parents all they could do was prepare the kids as best they could.