A brilliant fire

Outfit: Wedding Ring
The air on Niv Hani was cool as evening came, but still carried the warmth of the sun that had hung overhead all day. From the upper balcony of the Noble homestead, the sounds of laughter rose up from below. Vera's voice rang out as she darted across the grass with the triplets close behind her, their game a blur of energy and joy.
Valery sat curled on one end of the outdoor sofa, wrapped in a light nightgown that shifted gently with the breeze. Her knees were drawn up close, arms wrapped loosely around them, and her gaze never left the children below. A soft smile played on her lips, her eyes full of love for all of them. She watched Vera for a long moment, the way her daughter moved so freely, so full of life. The triplets followed with determination, as they wanted to catch her. It was a perfect scene, the kind she had always fought for.
And yet, the smile slowly faded.
Valery's fingers flexed lightly against her arm, and her eyes dropped to the balcony floor. Whatever thought had crept in again, it stayed there. Unshaken by the peace of having her children around her.
She let out a quiet sigh that came from deep within.