melancholy and hope

The caramel marked woman wandered aimlessly over the bank of the rapids, a habit she had picked up that she enjoyed most every day. It was after her morning patrol, the day was well underway and she was enjoying the warmth of rare sunlight on her back. She was often brought to the thought about what her life should be like right now. She was happy and content living here in Abaven alongside hermate. Corvus was the light of her life. She adored him in every way but it was easy for sadness to creep back up in her soul. They should have been parents, and they should have been raising their children together now.

Twig shook herself as a cold breeze drifted over the land, it rustled the bare branches and what grass was poking up from beneath the thin layer of snow. She’d entered into another heat season with mixed feelings. She wanted to try again with Corvus, she wanted to take every precaution and prayer to make it through her pregnancy. At the same time she was scared, she wasn’t sure she could take losing something so special a second time.

She sighed softly and watched the freezing water rush past her through the ice crusted banks, thinking about how her life was passing just as quickly as the water flowed before her.