<div class="floatleft">(http://i393.photobucket.com/albums/pp12/aysande/Elliqyi/Oena_zps2a07f796.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Vanyel<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Inside the sleeping platform<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around noon<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">“I know, I have faith in our love, Vanyel, you know as much.” She said, speaking to her lover tenderly. She caressed the back of his head and looked into his eyes. “I’m not afraid you might change your opinion of me as my body will morph into one of a mother…” She lifted herself slightly to give him a simple kiss. She wasn’t sure what she was really afraid of. There had been generations of babies before her, countless of women who had had babies and some like Lorna had more than one… at the same time. Now that was not a reassuring thought at all.<br/><br/>“It’s just the unknown, I guess. I trust you and I know this camp is a wonderful place to raise a child.” And she believed it to be true. It was a rather young camp and Oena had the feeling there would be a few newborn or babies on the way before the next winter. Their child would not be growing alone, looking for friends. “You know me. Fear won’t stop me. If anything, it will only make me work on it harder.” It’s only once the words were out of her mouth that Oena realized how that could be understood, considering how she could work harder at becoming pregnant. She made a small laugh, not exactly embarrassed but not too far from it. “Just… let it go.” She told him, looking into his eyes, daring him to tease her about it.<br/> </div>