Turdas, the 3rd of Hearth Fire, Year 202 of the Fourth Era
Dear Segen,
Now, we are in Morthal. My love, you are too fat inside for me to move anyplace. You kept me awake most of the night. Even writing this is hard, for you are coming soon. This is what Idgrod the Younger tells me. She was once the love of your father, Marrick's, life. Now, I am glad to call her friend, even though she fears you on account of your birthday being Tales and Tallows. Many believe that the dead walk tonight. I do not fear for you, though, because we are both "Segen", and heroes do not fear the dead. Still, I may have chosen wrong for your second name, my love. "Azrael" can also be read as "Chaos", and that's what you are. Don't get me wrong, it's strangely comforting. Sometimes, when it's just you and me, I feel for your kick, or your strong, little heartbeat. It's times like that I truly know peace. You will be born here, my precious one, and I will build our steading when I am strong, and we will live a good and happy life. I meant what I said before: I haven't been a good person, at all. But, I swear to you now, on everything I am, hours before I see your face for the first time, that I will be a good mother. I will teach you to fish and to swim and to read. I will teach you to hunt and to fight and to ride. I will teach you justice, compassion, kindness and love. And, you will teach me, too, Segen. You will teach me happiness.
All my love,
Mana