Stone Circle Sweet Child

He moved closer to her, and studied her more deeply, his heart hurting. He wished to make it better, but he could not, but he knew well what this was and it sickened him. Only because there was very few things that could be done.

My mother would suffer from bouts of this type of melancholy. She said that it felt as if she had a awning pit in her chest andno matter what she put upon it, it could not fill. She rested much, did things she loved to help ease it. And it would come and go. I will do whatever I can to help you with it, sweet child.

He nodded at her question. There was one thing he must discuss immediately with her,and though he longed to hold off. He knew he could not. I am yet fine. Taktuq has asked me to sire her children this year. Is this agreeable to you? To be an older sister again?