The round face and wispy dark hair and pointed ears reminded Skater of Larisa. It was like he’d seen the baby before, like he knew exactly what she would look like. Part of it, he knew, was because of the resemblance between mother and daughter. Then, his heart seemed to thud to a stop inside his chest. The tiny face he’d seen on the trid the night before flashed in his mind. Ariadne Silverstaff’s new baby. He peered closely at Emma and knew with cold certainty that the pictures had been of the same baby.