Meetings and reunions

My darling son. Born to me on a fine day, so unprepared for your arrival yet so impatient you now were to come into this world. The pains were not like that of blade striking skin, these were good, terrifying but an announcement to your arrival. Thorvall escorted me home, he was there to welcome Mithanor, my friends, but more importantly my son. Oh the joy! I know not how long the birth took and I care not for worry and fear dispersed when I looked upon him, we will now always be bound, mother and child. How the days blended to one. Little does he sleep and enjoys to be walked in the cool breeze of the night, his green eyes gazing upon the stars as I sing softly. I know now when he wishes cleansing, sleep and milk. Is like any guidance I was given was unnecessary for everything seems so normal. Then..it changed. The life I had become so sure of. A good man willing to help raise the child, my final return to the hunt, understanding my childs needs and wants. Then...he returned. I knew not who it was at first, a figure at the top of the path. I held my child firmly as I watched his hesitant approach with curiosity. Then it became clear..Oh how my mind raced, my heart stopped, I could not foresee him looking so worn, so fragile. His hair and beard, long and matted, but his eyes still the colour of the bluest sky. I allowed him to come closer, to look upon my son, and eventually to hold him. Such hurt, anger and confusion I felt, but also relief, elation and love. Words were hard to come by, but soon flowed freely, questions asked and answers given. I dare not glimpse into the future, for fear I will have any hope ripped from me again, but the father of my son, our son...Yarassi has returned.