His head was ringing different sounds, the world spun on its heels, taking Aspen with him.  Did he just hear her right, or were his ears on a different frequency?

 Aspen was transfixed for more than five minutes, his gaze darting through the three of them. Zigfrid was living proof that the claim was true. The caramel eyes. He had never seen a child who was a spitting image of his father or mother.

 He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that what Dulce had said was true.

 As Aspen looked at all three of them, landing his gaze first on Zigfrid, Zigfrid held the hand of his mother...