90 Fall 22nd bell 513
The night was quiet, the fires smoldering for the air grew chilled without the golden gaze of Syna and only the light of Leth to gaze down upon the Tent City of Endrykas. As has been her wont for many weeks now, Taylani could not sleep, her restless mind troubled as always with thoughts on how her life had turned out. So she had slipped out once more, but not to run this time and not to work on a piece of jewelry. No this time she was seeking to write a letter..or series of letters.. to her unborn child. One thing she has learned this season is that life is never certain and life is always harsh. She wanted to make sure that her child would have something of her even after she passed. Hopefully that wouldn't be till long after she had grandchildren, but Fallan was correct as he seemed to be about many things. It is easier to die out here then it is to live.
She wraps a blanket she had pulled out here with her around her shoulders, and places the pad of paper -something the Drykas scoffed at- on her leg. In her right hand she held a pencil as she begins to scratch the lead across the paper.
Dearest Child.
I know not if you are male or female, I know not your name. I know not if you have red hair or brown so dark as to be black. Do you have your mother's blue eyes, or your fathers gray? I hope for your sake that you have your fathers coloring, for your mother struggled with sunburns for the first part of her life in the grasses. No matter what features you get, know this that I will find you beautiful.
There are things that you will need to know, Child, some might not be easy to hear. Hopefully by the time you receive these letters you will have children of your own and I will have been able to tell you all these things in their own time and in their own way. However, if that should not happen I want you to know what your mother would have told you if she had been able.
By the time you are even able to read -for you will be able to read, I will make sure of that- you will know how your father..obtained your mother. Know that in that action, though it did cement your birth, know that that was wrong. Drykas explain it away, saying it is justified to bolster their shrinking numbers, but by now I already know that there are many Drykas who have left Endrykas over the taking of captives for child breeding. It was wrong, women should be loved and not forced to bare children.
I made many mistakes due to being bought by your father. Decisions that I made that I regret, but one decision that I made..the decision to not take your father up on the offer to take me back to Syliras once I have born him two children was the best one. As much as I loved Dance and song, I already love you before I have even met you.
Love, your Mother.
Taylani looked over the letter she wrote, recognizing she had slipped from third person to first and back again occasionally but it was fine. These were private letters, not something for everyone to read. She determined that she would continue writing them. Hopefully it will be a long time before she hands them over, faded with age but in any way she will have written them.
The night was quiet, the fires smoldering for the air grew chilled without the golden gaze of Syna and only the light of Leth to gaze down upon the Tent City of Endrykas. As has been her wont for many weeks now, Taylani could not sleep, her restless mind troubled as always with thoughts on how her life had turned out. So she had slipped out once more, but not to run this time and not to work on a piece of jewelry. No this time she was seeking to write a letter..or series of letters.. to her unborn child. One thing she has learned this season is that life is never certain and life is always harsh. She wanted to make sure that her child would have something of her even after she passed. Hopefully that wouldn't be till long after she had grandchildren, but Fallan was correct as he seemed to be about many things. It is easier to die out here then it is to live.
She wraps a blanket she had pulled out here with her around her shoulders, and places the pad of paper -something the Drykas scoffed at- on her leg. In her right hand she held a pencil as she begins to scratch the lead across the paper.
Dearest Child.
I know not if you are male or female, I know not your name. I know not if you have red hair or brown so dark as to be black. Do you have your mother's blue eyes, or your fathers gray? I hope for your sake that you have your fathers coloring, for your mother struggled with sunburns for the first part of her life in the grasses. No matter what features you get, know this that I will find you beautiful.
There are things that you will need to know, Child, some might not be easy to hear. Hopefully by the time you receive these letters you will have children of your own and I will have been able to tell you all these things in their own time and in their own way. However, if that should not happen I want you to know what your mother would have told you if she had been able.
By the time you are even able to read -for you will be able to read, I will make sure of that- you will know how your father..obtained your mother. Know that in that action, though it did cement your birth, know that that was wrong. Drykas explain it away, saying it is justified to bolster their shrinking numbers, but by now I already know that there are many Drykas who have left Endrykas over the taking of captives for child breeding. It was wrong, women should be loved and not forced to bare children.
I made many mistakes due to being bought by your father. Decisions that I made that I regret, but one decision that I made..the decision to not take your father up on the offer to take me back to Syliras once I have born him two children was the best one. As much as I loved Dance and song, I already love you before I have even met you.
Love, your Mother.
Taylani looked over the letter she wrote, recognizing she had slipped from third person to first and back again occasionally but it was fine. These were private letters, not something for everyone to read. She determined that she would continue writing them. Hopefully it will be a long time before she hands them over, faded with age but in any way she will have written them.
