Stone Circle Little movements So divine

Inkeri would not rain on this blessing. This was truly that. She was overjoyed to have children. Overjoyed that she would be so lucky.

Inkeri's ears went to her skull at the next question and she looked down. A sad look upon her face. She looked at her paws at the black and white pelt and she gave a soft whimper.

But she lifted her head and met the gaze. I was not raised in a good home. Home. Told I was cursed and wrong and shouldn't have been born. Born. That no god would favor me. Me. So I. I.

She shifted and rolled a little to ease some of her growing pains. I never let myself imagine them. Them. I didn't think I could be so lucky. Lucky.