There is something dark and powerful and a little bit familiar about this child. I cannot place the feel only know that I have felt something like it before and recently too. So. Wanda's daughter is not entirely human.

Mab seems happy enough to reach out as if asking to hold the babe. Wanda seem happy enough to let her. Introducing the sheriff to her daughter and her to me before turning back to continue her earlier conversation with my goddaughter.

I rise from my seat and move closer to the sheriff and baby. maybe when I am closer I will get a better feel for the kind of power Rose has and thus might remember what it reminds me of. "Greetings, Rose, Daughter of Wanda," I say.

Though I do turn round when Wanda offers me a quick explanation for earlier, saying that the man who died was a close friend of hers and had given Fiona her pony, Sparkle. I incline my head to her and murmur a few words of condolence. I feel a bit awkward about that. My people are not in the habit of dying and so we have little knowledge of the proper things to say or do. Too often we pretend it does not happen. That the deceased is merely somewhere else. Or we pretend they did not exist because it is too painful to contemplate the idea of one of us not being any more.

I am perhaps a bit guilty of that myself. I am not quite able to think of Feidelma as dead, though she likely is. If what she feared came to pass.