Whitefish River Spring Fever

She was feeling edgy. Malila was the soft type, but she was not completely blind. After all, Aquene had taken the time to give her the basic talk about pregnancy and child bearing. When she heard Veran's voice from behind her, she jumped slightly.

Craning her neck to see him over the curve of her shoulder, her eyes were a mix of emotions. "Veran... I'm sorry. Something just...pulled me this way..." She wanted to go to him. At the same time, she also wanted to root herself in place. She turned around to face him, planting herself into a seated position. "This place...it means a lot to me. I was born here, you see." She smiled meekly, swallowing an emotional lump in her throat.