01-08-2008, 12:01 AM
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The woman was restless, as winter always made her. It was at this point in the year she had met Basil, but that seemed like ages ago. In some ways she still wondered if he was OK, if he was warm enough, if he was happy. The male had been kindhearted, and Fatin missed the faintly familiar sound of his lute.
Today, she had prepared a rabbit on the fire, turning it on a spit of sorts until it was nice and warm. She had seen little of her children, but they were fast approaching the time in their lives when they would be adults. Smiling faintly at the idea she put the rabbit on a stone, leaving it near the central fire where it would stay warm. Maybe she could find one of the kids and play a game or something with them. That was, of course, if they wouldn't be so ashamed of being seen out with their Momma.