baby

She woke up from the feeling of a tear running down from the corner of her eye, she felt the moisture as it ran down from her right temple. She didn't know where she was, her feet were bound to a chain that allowed her to move only to the edge of the cell she was in but they were still too heavy. The only light was a torch in the corridor between hers and the cell across, ready to go out at any moment, keeping the light scarce.

The days seem to go quickly, as I stay with Zandrianna and help her prepare for the birth of her child.  She is amazing, calm and energetic at once, peaceful and nervous. One never knows her reaction from hour to hour, though even when she is fretting over things she is a joy to be around.  I find her presence to be a balm for my battered spirits, lifting me where naught else has.

Peering into the glowing embers of the fire, it casting a slow, almost lazy glow into the room, as the flames were growing smaller.Laying comfortably on her side in the bed she was sharing with her husband. Syrioh's arm was as usual draped over her hips, hips still slender even though the bump on her stomach had grown a little bit, just enough to fit in the size of his large palm.