I am both thrilled and distraght as I write this. My daughter sleeps peacefully in her cradle next to the bed. Brand sleeps next to her like her personal bodyguard. But…where is her father? It’s been moons. I fear the worst, but cannot help but hope for the best.
She was born two suns ago, here and not at the Fane. They begged me to go, but I trust few there and won’t risk Mother finding out.
I’ve named her Gwendolynn, Gwenny for short. She’s tiny and precious and perfect in every way. She’s got Endri’s eyes and reminds me of him already. When she’s hungry she makes that same grumpy face he always made…
Musings and Stories 