Terralynn

​The first thing the Eorling woman was aware of when she awoke was the pain in the back of her neck when she lifted her head. The pain tugged and traveled across her shoulders and shot up into the back of her head. Her throat was parched, her eyelids stubborn to open. She rubbed them both, her vision cleared before her thoughts and it was then she realized she was still sitting on the floor of her chambers next to the wall near to her door.

The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"

It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

"Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives"

“Maydawn is dead,” the thought had continuously echoed in her head.  “Maydawn is dead.