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Beta: Half Elf Lost

24: winters yet to come

December 24th

Watching her husband cradle their youngest son, telling him a heroic tale of battle and great feats, the Elf-woman's fears briefly vanished. She caressed her swollen belly, calming the fretful life within. Their other children surrounded him, their eldest staring up with adoration shining in his eyes.

She remained in the shadows, her grey eyes never wavering from her spouse's fair face. His eyes were bright; the darkness that had haunted them since their marriage lifted in these brief moments of respite he found in his children's love and worship. She worried for him, for her, and, most importantly, for their children. This was her fifth pregnancy, and deep inside she knew there would be more. He barely permitted her rest between the birthing of their newest child and the conception of the next.

However, she loved her sons, and she would not turn her husband from her bed. No, that would not be a wise thing to do, and so, each spring, she birthed one and conceived another.

He glanced up from their young son's awe-stricken face, his eyes darkening as he gazed her, as if he could read her misgivings and concerns. Yes, she feared him. Yes, she loved him. Yes, she would someday leave his side.

But that was a day far in the future, after terrible misdeeds were done by the great Spirit of Fire. For now, it was deep winter, her children were content, and her husband's restlessness was stilled for a season.

It was all she could hope for.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 24: winters yet to come December 24th Watching her husband cradle their youngest son, telling him a heroic tale of battle and great feats, the Elf-woman's fears briefly vanished. She caressed her swollen belly, calming the fretful life within. Their other children surrounded him, their eldest staring up with adoration shining in his eyes. She remained in the shadows, her grey eyes never wavering from her spouse's fair face. His eyes were bright; the darkness that had haunted them since their marriage lifted in these brief moments of respite he found in his children's love and worship. She worried for him, for her, and, most importantly, for their children. This was her fifth pregnancy, and deep inside she knew there would be more. He barely permitted her rest between the birthing of their newest child and the conception of the next. However, she loved her sons, and she would not turn her husband from her bed. No, that would not be a wise thing to do, and so, each spring, she birthed one and conceived another. He glanced up from their young son's awe-stricken face, his eyes darkening as he gazed her, as if he could read her misgivings and concerns. Yes, she feared him. Yes, she loved him. Yes, she would someday leave his side. But that was a day far in the future, after terrible misdeeds were done by the great Spirit of Fire. For now, it was deep winter, her children were content, and her husband's restlessness was stilled for a season. It was all she could hope for.