birchald

                    Laughter booms over the lake side all of sudden and Briannon looks over her shoulder as kneding dough for pies with blackberries they picked on the way. Birchald was standing in knee deep water of the lake, with pride as raising his catch, a 15 pounds heavy and large trout, for her to see it.

She never knew life could be so simple, as you devote it to bright things in life. Music, jests, songs and dance, good man and great friends. And that cup of tea, brewed in the morning, just for her while she prowls in the bed still soft and easy on her body well rested. She would see him by fire, in his red vest and blue shirt, just glancing away after he stared at her for a while. She would feel his stare, and her cheeks would burn like she was just a young lass with years of few.