Neverwinter Forest heathen.

Silent, in the background, watching and observing, absorbing and cautioning. It had taken some time to.. Endow in this newfound knowledge of her predicament. She adored her kids- loved them like all light should be, and watching them grow was a blessing. However, Miriam felt she was no longer in that lovely glistening of the sun, and casted to the darkness, as she felt she should be.

Perhaps it was noticed by her silence and general down attitude, perhaps even negligent in some cases. It was hard to accept, as someone who believed in one should wholeheartedly be devoted to one, and one alone. However, Mal was not that type, and she blamed herself for the blindness he had given. Many children, half-siblings to her Asmoses and Liliana, and altogether in one pack.

She knew now why the God disowned the warrior now, for his views were wicked in the sense, Miriam believed he held no devotion to any. She felt tainted by this wickedness, but was it really? A dilemma or morals, as hers was different then his, but it seemed, not many were hurt beside herself. She felt like a hypocrite, as only she felt this situation was cruel.

A difference in view she came to accept in this time..

And focus on herself, healing in spirit, and whom she gave life to.