Blacktail Deer Plateau gold

"sister."

a sigh colored their shared air. she fell into step with meadow and did not speak for a long while as the pine-scented air carried wintertime bite into their hackles.

it was so very different here.

"i do not think i will have more children." the tone in her voice would say it was not her choice. but slowly, tamar was wondering; why only suffer after raising them for so short a time?