Neverwinter Forest Phantom of borrowed life,

"It is.. " The snow was coming and the days continued growing colder and colder, the last winter Miriam remembered was spent back at the Orchid, where her Amma was and the Mothers as well. A visit to them all, before bidding them farewell once more and continuing on her adventures. She thought back on the naivety she held, and knew why her dearest Amma was so worried why she was setting out, but the maiden trusted the Goddess to protect her soul, and the Horned God to always shield her from the dangers; but sadly, time and time again did she fall into those traps of the darkness.

Time and time again, did she call out for the Goddess, for no answer to come. Though she still prayed and hope, and only a small miracles came, and heartbreak continued on. She could feel her chest tighten thinking about her daughter, how much she tried to get away- is this what her son did? Instead of saying goodbye he whisked himself away.. She hoped not.

But so far Miriam was proven to be an unworthy parent.

The only salvation of this cold rain was but warmth given from others. She could not seek anyone, and she did not either. All was but a stranger with minor conversation, and only two seemed to truly care for her so. Her mind was fogged by any other thoughts, and only hoped that Caerus, and Jackalope truly did so. When the blackthorn man leaned against her, she embraced his warmth and settled deeply onto him. A smile, rising to her face.. But dropping all the same.

"Do you.. Want kids?" she asked.