Northstar Vale to see the world in a grain of sand

She could only sob—the pain tore through her, and the warmth of Tamar was what she focused on—the words a blur, the moments gone. There was only Tamar’s warmth and her determination—family was all she had ever wanted. It was what she longed for—and now, a baby of her own to hold—if only one.

The moments continued as delirium but one thing she knew held more true than anything else in her life—the surge of love she felt when four nursing babies suckled—held by her warmth now, comforted by her love. The gentle whimpers and mewling noises were a treasure—and this time, her sobs were not of pain, but of joy, and still, she clung to Tamar.

Love. All she wanted them to know was love, and safety.

“Reyson,” she murmured quietly to her friend—begging her to bring him forward—to hold her now, as she held their young ones.