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feredarStory: Nostalgia
Year: 1000
Characters: Deshell
Deshell held tight to his wife's hand, at their elder son's wedding. It was hard to believe that Ledam was old enough, when it seemed just weeks ago he was born, walking, talking, fighting with Ensill, teaching Selmid how to bicker as brothers should.
But here he was, twenty-eight, with a wife of his own, and perhaps children someday. And Deshell knew, watching Ledam smile into his wife's eyes, without even having to consider it, that he and Fesha had raised a good man, and Ledam's future, though it seemed to have come on too fast, was nothing but brightness.
Year: 1000
Characters: Deshell
Deshell held tight to his wife's hand, at their elder son's wedding. It was hard to believe that Ledam was old enough, when it seemed just weeks ago he was born, walking, talking, fighting with Ensill, teaching Selmid how to bicker as brothers should.
But here he was, twenty-eight, with a wife of his own, and perhaps children someday. And Deshell knew, watching Ledam smile into his wife's eyes, without even having to consider it, that he and Fesha had raised a good man, and Ledam's future, though it seemed to have come on too fast, was nothing but brightness.