Lost Creek Hollow Crude from the walls of no sleep

She had ate some, slept some, but it was easy to slip back into that mindless state, half awake, half aware, half alive. Doedapple had taken up position against the back wall, her rapidly dropping weight evident even with her slender, domestic frame.

One heavy eyelid opened at the sound of her..something. The woman raised her head, as much as she could, her eyes tired.

Kestrelcloud… Quiet, raspy, barely there. They hadn’t been wed, Doedapple realized with a pang, their child would have been born out of wedlock. Just like her mother had always said about some of the more scandalous women around the kingdom.

Their children always suffered the most.