Re: Torn Hearts and Sewing Lessons {PathXPixie}
Her voice was still wavering, but she offered no objections. She could, in some way, understand his desire to appear strong before his son. If naught else he was still a stallion.
It was a terrible thing, the way she had been so vastly drained from the whole ordeal. She felt as if she might lay her head down and never again rise.
Come. Please, let us walk, else my legs betray me to this weakness that hath so crushed my soul.
With an obvious struggle she tried to get to her feet, swaying unsteadily as weariness tugged at her. She was usually much stronger than her emotions, this over-wrung sensation was entirely new and not at all welcome.
Doth thy hold the memory of one of our last outings... The ground was made low, with a sweet shallow pond with which to rest beside.
She smiled slightly, wandering towards the place they had been that day. Some of the ground was still a bit lower than the rest, though the romantic ripple of water had passed since then.
I hold a request for thee, in relation to that, if thy hath no objection, my sweet. Wouldst thee be willing to aid in my fears of deep water? It is most crippling... Thy support would mean much.
It was something she had wanted to do for a while; and if he was going to be here for her, this was as good a place to start as any. And now as good a time; she was already drained to her limit. Surely she could not have much strength left with which to panic?