Deepwood Weald [M] To the sound of the bird that mourns

She had been given everything that she wanted. A home, a man, and soon enough, she hoped that she would have children. She had feared that it might be too late for her- that she might be perceived as an old maid for having been overlooked for a season already. Now, she had nothing to fear, and everything to look forward to.

He spoke of dreams, and she laughed faintly. ”I not sure I am not dreaming now,” She said.