Emberwood I had a dream of the pale morning sky

He reminded her of Lestan, just then. Reverie could tell that he had noticed something was amiss, but instead of questioning her, he obliged her and explained what ginger was. She took a breath, and felt herself beginning to calm down. It was funny, how everything seemed to come back to pregnancy and children lately. As if the whole world was geared toward it, in preparation for whatever spring was.
Wait. Hadn't Lestan wanted to wait for spring, before they — did he — oh, by the Mother! She couldn't think about this now! She was thinking too much, she decided, and made herself speak instead. A root! Reverie mused softly, meeting his eyes again when she was certain her own were free of tears. She owed him an explanation. I'm sorry, I... my sister's name was Rose. I didn't mean to - I try not to talk about her. Maybe we could look for ginger?