Your father and I grew up together in an Inseparable friendship.

And our little friendship grew and we fell in love.

No one was really surprised or objected when your father asked my hand in marriage

As it was expected of us we where ready to raise a herd of our own.

Years had past, and our herd never came.
Our families grew suspicious and advised we should divorce and try with an other partner.
Your farther refused there suggestions openly.

His younger brother, your uncle Olin married to a woman from an other tribe, your aunt Ruten and within months signs of her pregnancy where already visible.

When I found out I was struck with anger and jealousy.

My husband blamed our misfortune of our childlessness on his seed.... but deep down I already knew I was the blame.

When the Agere war began many of our men where conscripted.
Including my father whom had to attend because he had no sons.
My last memory of him wasn't a pleasant one.

Your father was the eldest son of your grandfather so he had to go in his stead.
The tribe had to drag me away from... I was so sure he had to leave me forever...