King Elk Forest A home within a home

A single chuckle send a shiver down her spine, shoulders quivering ever so slightly. I never knew our grandchildren well. She admitted. Though she liked them, actual bonds between them did not exist. Perhaps she was afraid she was not to be accepted among them, not even when having carried a Rochester's babies. It wasn't unthinkable to think so either, for the same thing had happened at Blackfeather Woods.

Her pale eyes went up in thought, thinking of where she wanted to spend the nights. Something like we had at Arthendal. She decided with a smile. I really liked that one.