Arven watched Dove as she led the way, wondering to himself what her and Robin's father did that made the daughter so confident that her parents wouldn't wander into the estate and find her here. He searched his mind, for he had heard of the Ashdowns before meeting either twin, but he couldn't nail down a profession. He expected he'd heard the name uttered in passing at some dance or other. Perhaps a dance at which Dove had been in attendance, long before the two were fated to meet.

He encouraged Justice onward, and rode beside Dove. "You'd make a good druid", he joked with a crooked smile. She'd wandered into the woods with him, lived in her own grand forest, and dreamed of jungles — if anyone was a creature of the trees, it was Dove.