Dragoncrest Cliffs Meet in the middle

No matter how tall he grew, or how broad his shoulders became, he would always fit into her soul as a child would- in an everlasting hug that could never be outgrown. In her mind's eye, he was her baby still- with a round and pleasant face, sparkling eyes, and a smile that brought a fierce pride to her spirit. All of her children were loved, regardless of where they roamed.

It seemed to be in their nature- but she was grateful for every return, even if it was only temporary.

She could feel his grief, much in the same way that he described how he could feel the pain of others. She would never think him soft, for caring or for feeling. To her, a man who was in possession of emotions was a blessing, though she hated knowing that her son carried such a burden.

She knew loss, and she knew grief. It was inevitable that her children would know it too- and that they would become more and more familiar with it as time went on. She could not shield them from it, or soften its keen sting; she could only hoped that they would find the strength within themselves to have the courage to carry on, regardless.

"Feeling de pain of ot'ers is a very real t'ing-
even if not yours, it does not lessen the sting.
You must try an' set some of de pain free-
so dat you may 'ave a life as well, Chéri."