I found this old book at the university library, I remembered it but I wasn’t sure how. Then all of a sudden I remembered my mother, she used to read the stories to me. It has been two hundred years since I had forgotten about her.
Rosemonde Beauchêne, she was a blacksmith’s daughter and a farmer’s wife. There were six of us, three girls and three boys.
Faraethe, Ava, Marienne, Amiel, Jehan, Othon.
For the first time in my life I feel sorry for running away without a word. I wonder what my brothers and sisters accomplished? Did they get married? Did they have children? Somewhere I may have a mortal human family.
(Source: kazefiend)