Neverwinter Forest and i sit on the curb 'cause it's the prettiest night

a pregnant wife.

ranveigh grew serious immediately, her gaze darkening and locking upon that of the one-eyed man. i'm more than capable. especially for a pregnant sister.

children were, sometimes, a weakness of ranveigh's. those big, bright eyes and toothy baby smiles, soft fur and milk breath; though she'd never truly yearned for any of her own, she considered it a duty to provide for those younger than her. instantly she connected with the idea of staying here, of being there for that woman. for her babies.

if only she could convince her husband.

arngeirrdottir, she says it like a salute, her lips tight. ranveigh arngeirrdottir.