Blackfeather Woods a place where woman never smiled or wept

relmyna loped ahead, casting glances along her narrow shoulderblades to see how they followed. simply for the delight of stretching her legs, of engaging her children in play, the woman gave a short, sharp sound, one resonant with joy. many things she did not have, but her life, the air roundabout her, and two melonii girls — these were truths in a life that had been for too long half-lived.