Winter 1419 Shire Reckoning
Her eyes. They held a fire in them that I have never seen in anyone else. That fire held a yearning for the truth and freedom. They held the need to know that there has got to be something more out there than what she's seen.
Whenever she was happy, that fire glowed brighter than ever, making her eyes sparkle with laughter.
Her sadness showed when her eyes grew dim, as if the fire refused to glow. Her tears seemed to try to wash the small glow away.
Oh but when that lass was angry, The fire seemed to blaze almost out of control.
What I loved the most was when she would look at me and our son. The fire would be as loving and warm as a warm hearth on a cold winter morning.
But, now I fear that the fire will go out and I'll know that she's gone forever. As she lay there looking so helplessly ill, that fire is still glowing. It's slowly fading, until it shines no more and that's when I know she's gone.