As the days passed, the rains came and went. Soon, the final harvest had come and gone as well, and as they usually did, the village held a small carnival to celebrate the success. Gale sat with Broin on one of the bales of hay. She was holding Broin's hand in one of her own while the other gently rested on her belly. Ever since the first appearance of the small bump, she had been unable to resist doing so. The idea that their child was growing and doing well made Gale happier than ever. She blushed, looking at her knees when one of the other women of the village complimented on the glow that her skin had taken. "I wish my skin looked half as good when I had my son," She said, making Gale giggled a little.
Next to her, Broin smiled, watching as Gale spoke with the women. His smile soften
