Date Posted:16:23:40 08/03/01 Fri Author: Granda May Subject: The woman hobles in, her pony fallowing at a safe distance and her osprey on her shoulder
*she gazes with kind eyes at the beautiful children and then draws her eyes to the dragoness* Blessed are we, the mothers. No one else knows our love and our pain of them leaving *she sighs* I remeber when my little Jacob and Alia were small like that. How I love them. *leaning on the cain she looks once more at the dragoness* Your children are stuning
