Pregnancy

Eira placed her third finished shepherd's pie on the counter. She pulled her oven mit off, reaching up and wiping her forehead. Cooking during the blazing heat of summer was certainly not a good idea. Yet, she had pushed through and made three delicious meals for the workers of Millshaw. Not only had she made three shepherd's pies for everyone, but she also baked her blueberry muffins, which were starting to gain infamy for their deliciousness.

It had been a slow, boring night for Dagramir, the only fight he had gotten into ended with his opponents running away, so he had had little time to have fun that day. He had been wandering idly around Bree, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for spare arrowheads, as usual, when he had literally bumped into Tailia. Much to her dismay, of course, as he had his mask on, and she hadn't recognized him. Although as soon as he lifted his mask, they soon found themselves lost in each other's embrace once more.