*Eaerthryll rests upon the bed, laying her back against a deep pile of soft duck down pillows, her knees drawn up to balance the red cloth journal against them, a small table to her right holding a silver inkwell and quill. Opening the cover to a crisp new page, she dips the quill and begins to write...
* pauses to think, touching her lips with the deep blue feather before continuing
* Smiles to herself as she thinks back, a small frown forming as she finishes writing the last sentence
* Frowns even deeper, taking a moment to rest the quill on the table as she adjusts herself to be more comfortable. Reaching for a cup of water she takes a few small sips as she reads over what she has already written before replacing the cup to lift and dip the quill again...
* runs her hand affectionately over her very large waist as she feels the child kick, then dips the quill, tapping it lightly on the side of the well...
* Sighs and smiles, her mind turning to happier thoughts as she blows lightly over the page, the glistening ink changing to matt...
