#anywhere

Jefferson City, two boys, look to be six or so, are playing in the summer heat. The slip and slide are set up well, and their mother has found an area with trees to provide SOME shade. They whoop and holler, while their mother watches them slip and crash on the device. She forgets sometime that she was a queen once. A queen who made a wish and her wish granted.

Which is how she got two wonderful boys in the first place.

But she is a daughter of eve, and while her dreams are pleasant, she does not remember being a queen. She does not see what she saw when she ruled over a carnival. There is much to admire in her, and she has thrived, for the good folk, particularly a Pooka and a Satyr, have added on bits of good fortune to her life, and the lives of their sons. But she does not see glamour.

So how is she to notice the glimmer of a spark in one boy, then the next?