Alturiak 15, 1361 DR
I had been lying in this bed for several days, mostly unconscious or lethargic, and was always woken by a furry little quadruped that always chasing Nimri across the room. Sinah, the sister of my rescuer Ykril, didn't talk much and skillfully ignored my questions about the Aasimar. Although she had initially expressed concern, she still seemed to care about me.
When I was alone in the room, I tried to sit up and gently grabbed my slightly swollen belly. »I don't want this baby« I started to murmur shakily. […]
Read the full entry on teleyal.blog