Both sisters had tattoos of writhing, withering leaves across their cheeks and arms and chests. Both wore a pendant in the shape of a sword shattered down the fuller, the right belonging to Elenydd and the left to Eirianedd. Yet tonight, under the trilling of the nightjars, a shiver of uncanny cold ran down her skin to pool at the tips of her fingers and the base of her spine.

[Transcript of an interview between Natalie Muglia (NM) and Miranda Miller (MM) recorded on 6/15/2023, 10:10 am CST.] NM: I think we both...