Just drop it in. Storm repeated this over and over again in her head, stalling as she stood in the midst of the Marketplace. Her body was starting to adjust to the changes of carrying, but by no means had the symptoms faded. Nausea was ever present and strong, but the teas she had received from Sylvia as well as other medicines she picked up gave her a greater ability to eat. The newest symptom that was the presence of fatigue, such as now. Naps were taken frequently, and she was in bed after settling Avery down.
When the sun would usually stand high in the hour, the dark clouds and light rain concealed the brightness. Suppressing a yawn, her fingers fiddled with the corner of her letter. She tried to keep it covered under her cloak so that it would not get wet, though a few droplets managed to hit the middle of the parchment.
After her visit with Sylvia, Storm could not ignore the small warning. Ewan thrived off of the information that he knew; the sooner the better. She knew that to be true in not only his choice of work, but in everything. She wanted to surprise him when he got home and share the wondrous news. She wanted to see the shock, surprise and happiness go across his face. When she thought longer though, she came to realize that her fantasy was what she wanted, and not necessarily what Ewan would want. So, after several attempts and wasted pieces of parchment, she finished a letter with the joyous inside. She had tried to use fanciful words that left hints and surprises, but instead she found that simple words would be appreciated most.
She had planned to walk to the manor to drop off the letter, but she could not find the energy to do so. With the Marketplace just behind Zephyr Cottage, she opted to have someone else deliver the letter. Yet now when she stood outside the small building, she hesitated. What if he was already on his way home and the letter did not reach him? With several questions to consider, she shook her head slightly and stepped inside.
She was hoping to do what he wanted most, and so she gave the address of Yearling Brook and walked back home before she could change her mind.
When the sun would usually stand high in the hour, the dark clouds and light rain concealed the brightness. Suppressing a yawn, her fingers fiddled with the corner of her letter. She tried to keep it covered under her cloak so that it would not get wet, though a few droplets managed to hit the middle of the parchment.
After her visit with Sylvia, Storm could not ignore the small warning. Ewan thrived off of the information that he knew; the sooner the better. She knew that to be true in not only his choice of work, but in everything. She wanted to surprise him when he got home and share the wondrous news. She wanted to see the shock, surprise and happiness go across his face. When she thought longer though, she came to realize that her fantasy was what she wanted, and not necessarily what Ewan would want. So, after several attempts and wasted pieces of parchment, she finished a letter with the joyous inside. She had tried to use fanciful words that left hints and surprises, but instead she found that simple words would be appreciated most.
She had planned to walk to the manor to drop off the letter, but she could not find the energy to do so. With the Marketplace just behind Zephyr Cottage, she opted to have someone else deliver the letter. Yet now when she stood outside the small building, she hesitated. What if he was already on his way home and the letter did not reach him? With several questions to consider, she shook her head slightly and stepped inside.
She was hoping to do what he wanted most, and so she gave the address of Yearling Brook and walked back home before she could change her mind.