It has been a time of deep sadness for Neyaa, losing the child she was carrying, Deredan's child. She looked across the room at him as he dressed, having just enjoyed each other for most of the morning. It was time to begin counting her blessings.
She had lost four children now, but she still had Branston, her son, not long past his first naming day, a fine, strong boy whom she was very proud of. She had some very dear friends, a farm, a nice home, coin and a man who loved her as much as she loved him.
Nay, she should not linger in sorrow, when there was as much love in her life.
((oocly-I am the artist, not 100% happy with it and no doubt will come back to it))
