Five minutes later, they were back in the original room. There were two garment bags hanging on the closet door. While Allison put Edward in the plastic crib, Deucalion went to one of the bags and unzipped it. The gauzy fabric that spilled out was royal purple.
"Purple?" Allison said as she came up beside him.
He nodded. "It's not a mating. Purple means royalty but also family. When not worn in a ceremony it's a familial color."
She unzipped the other bag and fingered the fabric. "It's pretty. It feels like what we wore at our mating."
"It is." Reaching up, he took the bag off the hanger. "I think this one's your and Edward's." There was a smaller hanger with a tiny swath of the purple stuff, enough to wrap Edward in.
"Yeah, this one's just pants," she said, taking off the bag. "Why d
