Willow.
The dawn air was chilly and crisp enough to make every breath feel alive and the soft glow of sunlight spilled across the clearing just as Damon and I prepared to leave.
Elder Toma and Max stood at the edge of the dirt path amd their faces were painted with that unspoken sorrow people wear when something or someone they have come to love is about to vanish again.
Toma with her gentle shoulders and kind eyes offered me a piece of cloth instead of a hug which was her her own way of wishing me safe. Max’s silence spoke volumes; he simply nodded once, the catch in his throat clear as if he was holding back words he hadn’t found.
“I wish you both good luck and I hope you get that baby.” Toma said with a wink and I blush remembering how Damon told them I might be pregnant.
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