He smiled himself at the memory of the winged jewels landing on them before his proposal. One of his many efforts at winning her heart. Seven years of marriage and sometimes he still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to be his wife. He was blessed beyond measure. He pulled her closer, and for a few moments, they just lay there, enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. Despite being connected to her mind and heart, Kieran always felt better when Jessa was near.
“What did the farmers want?” she finally asked.
“They’ve been losing stock to gurithents.”
“Gurithents? They never attack anything larger than a deer.”
“I know. And they’ve never come near settlements before.”
He put his hand on her growing belly. The baby kicked and Jessa sucked in a breath. He loved his girls, but a boy would be nice. Whether boy or girl, another child meant someone else who needed his attention. Spending time with the two he had was a challenge. How would he ever manage the half dozen they wanted?
“If it were a drought,” she said, “we could bring rain. But gurithents…”
“Except for the occasional unfortunate encounter with one, they aren’t a threat.” He let out a long breath. “I’ll send word by messenger pigeons for other villages to watch for them, but other than that…”
“I’m sure you’ll figure something out. You always do.”
as for tagging 7 other writers, i'm getting ready to do a big IWSG post in a couple of weeks, and need to devote my time to putting that together, so if you want to play along, go for it. just let me know so i can read your post.
3 comments:
Lots going on in those lines. Very interesting.
Very interesting! Thanks for sharing! :)
Ah, a growing family. Fun and frustration both.
Rules; we don't need rules!
.....dhole
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