Kinley wanted a mourning dress. Helen could not stop talking about it on the way back, and Serenica got annoyed, as fashion wasn't the first thing on her mind. People were so bloody satisfied with Kinley's doctors. Charlatans, that's what Serenica thought, but she had nothing to prove her assumption with.
There had been plenty of normal births in Neul before Kinley's people came.
Serenica was almost certain that the doctors were inadvertently prescribing pregnant women something that caused the problems. Surely this was a serious thing, and surely Kinley feared the possibility of a curse, having grown up hearing stories about ancient Leans and their shenanigans, but an actual curse of this magnitude would have taken dozens of very powerful witches. Witches weren't that good at organizing themselves. Most, like Kinley herself, preferred to work in solitude.
"Blue, I wonder if she means deep or a bit lighter for the ribbons," Helen thought aloud.
