Blacktail Deer Plateau The water there is deeper

he wished not for the first time that he could remove her sadness, as a thief might lift a jewel in the night, quietly and with no trace of it left behind. but he was no witch, and therefore was possessed of no magick. osprey would be relegated to coping with her grief as they all did -- slowly and with several faltering steps along the way. he looked at the small, freshly turned graves, musing over what he had been taught in donnelaith.

"in the glen, i was raised upon stories, many tales of old. one such was that babes who died before they opened their eyes were not connected to the earth, but belonged to the stars and the moon, and were taken to the beautiful feyfolk who lived in the night sky." he glanced at the grieving mother, wondering if blue willow had an herb to relax her, and perhaps dry the milk in the body that undoubtedly called for its children. "perhaps that is where they are."