Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140220034130

Brighid waited for the two men to finish. She leveled a measuring look at Galadir, considering what he had just said.

"He died of a broken heart, Emrey," said Brighid. "Our Ma was killed in a rockfall, when we were all out gathering herbs and berries in the mountains one day.  It was supposed to be a fun excursion.  Ma used to make pies from what we gathered.  We always enjoyed gathering time.

One minute she was there--the next she was falling, pushed over a cliff by rocks which just missed the rest of us. Her body was so crushed and mangled Da couldn't heal her. He just--fell apart after that. She was his whole world. I should be so lucky to find a love like that.

He drew further and further inside himself. Not even Annie could draw him out. She loved him so much. We lived in our own little world out in the wild, away from people who called us half breeds and abominations. When he died, I thought I would lose Annie too.

I don't think I want to talk any more, Emrey."

Brighid moved away from the fire and went to get her pack. She carried it back up into the woods to find a stream.