Sawtooth Spire unglücksfall

"I'm old, Mahler, but I'm afraid I don't have any legendary stories to tell like other wolves do." She grinned to him, though couldn't deny the small pang she felt in her heart as the words escaped her lips. Her life was not a tragedy by any means, there were many others who felt their existence was a waste. Gracious found lots of meaning in her life but could not deny the failure she felt as a woman her age -- no children, no husband, no legacy of hers. 

"I've done my best to learn from my past experiences, all the obstalces I have faced and overcame. Yet, I cannot deny they still bear weight onto my shoulders," she searches for comfort in his lilac glance for a moment, "I've reached my 6th year of existence and I have nothing to offer to this world." Gracious felt herself pause in her tracks as she finished that sentence. An expression of slight grief writhed onto her face, ears falling back as she turned her head away in embarassment from her eisen. "You've created something out of your life, daughters and love and comraderie. But I-- I lack that fulfilment, that accomplishment."

Perhaps she was weak to share such a private piece of her insecurities that plagued her adult life. But Gracious held no regret. Mahler was special enough to her where she felt comfortable to share with him. He was a friend, a good friend. One she hoped to keep for the rest of the years to come.