Donahue
For the past two hours, I have been sitting here, staring at Fraya as she laughs with her people. She looks absolutely radiant, her smile bright as if she doesn't have a care in the world. She is dressed in a flowing green dress that Eleanor had made for her, somehow being able to find time to stitch a dress from very little in a span of a few hours. Her hair is hanging down her back in long waves, and I crave to wrap it around my hand and pull her to me, but instead I sit back in my seat across from her and just watch her. Her daughter is in her lap, playing with her mother's hair. Marven is running around with the fae boys, but instead of actually playing with them, he is trying to stop them from teasing the little girls. Isaac and Mica are sitting at the far edge of the table,
