Jade Fern Grove lift back and see the darkness hid

Winter colds. Curse them and the mark they left upon those they touched. Yet she had to trust him in his proclamation of it not being so bothersome. Surely he had done his own work on it, perhaps requested the help of another as well. He is smart, she thinks and knows.

It is a fear come true though when the question was turned on her. How she loathed it. It likely showed too on the downcast look upon her face.

Has the spring season been kinder to you than winter was, Mahler? Will you midwife your own? A questioned introduction to her own troubles that plagued her mind and her biological instinct.