Painting
Dsa was mentally tired. She had not seen Valin in a while and with Laila gone she didn’t have anyone to talk to. Not that she talked to Laila that often. Cofer was her only family. She wished that the faux pregnancy she carried was real. She never knew how much she wanted a child of her own until Cofer gave her this purpose, protecting Valin and his child. In her downtime and early in the mornings, she painted. She had been alive for hundreds of years and through none of those years did she feel compelled to further her education. She just wanted to take in the changing of time around her. She had watched the people of the world die and be reborn more times than she wanted to count. “There’s no reason this child can’t be mine.” She whispered to herself as she dipped her brush into the r
- Writer
