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What sweetness there remained in her mouth from the cookies turned bitter, what savoriness of the tea became sour. All at once her mild hunger and thirst departed. Just hearing that made Kristen's stomach turn, and for her heart to fold in on itself in sorrow.
"Blessed Aionus, Holy Sentinel," Kristen said in a stunned and low voice, her gaze downcast. The awfulness of hearing such a sorrowful story came with its own brand of slow-burning fear as well. For all the magic of the known world, still it was that the life of a woman could be lost by trying to do the most noble of all womanly feats: bringing new life into the world. It was cruel that such horrible twists of fate could even be so. Cruel for the mother and cruel for the child, taken so early.
And thus the fear. Kristen knew that she desired children of her own one day, and it set her mind into disquiet to know that the same could happen to her, however small the chance.
Again she struggled for words.
"I...I know not if such a grief can ever be alleviated, for the wound whence it comes is as deep as a chasm." She looked back up, struggling harder still to find some light in this gray pall. "But surely he must...I don't know...mustn't there be a way? He cannot enclose himself in the bitter confines of his grief all the days of his life, can he? Healing must come...right?"
Amelia Pirian Anireth
"Blessed Aionus, Holy Sentinel," Kristen said in a stunned and low voice, her gaze downcast. The awfulness of hearing such a sorrowful story came with its own brand of slow-burning fear as well. For all the magic of the known world, still it was that the life of a woman could be lost by trying to do the most noble of all womanly feats: bringing new life into the world. It was cruel that such horrible twists of fate could even be so. Cruel for the mother and cruel for the child, taken so early.
And thus the fear. Kristen knew that she desired children of her own one day, and it set her mind into disquiet to know that the same could happen to her, however small the chance.
Again she struggled for words.
"I...I know not if such a grief can ever be alleviated, for the wound whence it comes is as deep as a chasm." She looked back up, struggling harder still to find some light in this gray pall. "But surely he must...I don't know...mustn't there be a way? He cannot enclose himself in the bitter confines of his grief all the days of his life, can he? Healing must come...right?"
Amelia Pirian Anireth