Sad as it was, it was the last warmth the slain men would ever bring their families. It was nothing beautiful, but large and weather-worn with many patches. Porn sex The last Ireth saw of Feawen Numenesse was from the back of a high-walled cart, the bodies of her tribesmen piled around her mother, tied to a post. Celahir and his wife Merewen, the tribe’s healer and priestess of Ehlonna had a very beautiful young daughter. Findecano was alive! No more of her witchery tricks tonight, Pattan ordered. Dear Elhonna, she ached and burned all over! She felt the pain go out of her ear and could actually feel the flesh stitching itself back together. They had begun drinking and celebrating even before the bodies were cold. Now his whore, her tribesmen cast their eyes down, some in sadness, others in disgust and anger. She yipped feeling a sting in her other shoulder. Ireth sobbed, cried out for her mother. It was horrible. She held onto Findecano, her eyes shut so tight it hurt. Ireth thought how ironic it was that her mother’s sacrificial alter to Ehlonna was now piled as tall as a human with nearly 40 dead elves.
