The Bracken Woods There will come a soldier,

fréobearn glanced at her sister from a lowered side-view, then nodded her head in agreement. it makes me uncomfortable, she admitted with a sigh, knowing that our homeland has been destroyed. remembering was no longer painful, but the wound ached with remnants of grief.

moreover, and praying, without knowing where he is, it feels incomplete. wherever the high elk grazed, it was far from this land, and she could feel the distance growing. but, we still have each other. i’m grateful for that. soon, she prayed kendrick would return, too.