Jenaveve gawked at the rows of exposed roots of the colossal redwood tree, at how they lay in horizontal lines as if they had purposefully grown that way at the base of the trunk to form the staircase that rose into a large, hollowed cavity. Sunk inside this arching hole, a swirl of iridescent pastels shimmered, casting out small orbs of white light from it, which mingled and bobbed around its entrance like hovering fireflies.
“The gateway to Hiðfalda,” Nahj exhaled in relief as he clasped his mate’s waist a little tighter. Judith patted the gleymt infant’s back lightly as she looked at the entrance to the faerie world, her face lighting up as bright as the portal.
Watching the couple, Jenaveve felt her stomach twist a little, and she couldn’t keep her eyes from daring to peek across th
