[Voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

I would have never imagined a city could be so big. How do people find their way around without a map? Does anyone know what those horrid smelling pickles are that are being sold in the Business District? They really should be outlawed.

Ellone, I hope you're okay by yourself. I still feel bad leaving you behind. Are you alright?

Are you available to talk? I owe you an apology. I would have called, but I don't have the number.

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[voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do. Two of them. My son was born three and a half weeks ago.

[There is marked pride in her voice, but at the same time, a hesitancy as if she's unsure how to answer.]

[voice]

[mademyresolve.livejournal.com]

A strange coincidence, for my own son, Shain, is merely nine weeks of age.

[Ashe senses that hesitation but she knows when to be subtle, however curious.]

[voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

Are you getting much sleep?

[voice]

[mademyresolve.livejournal.com]

Enough. My husband is wonderful in tending to him during the night, yet I must feed him frequently.

Three times nightly, so far. And yourself?

[voice]

[waitedinwinhill.livejournal.com]

Through the night, unfortunately.

[There's a soft sigh.]

The baby didn't arrive with me. There's a young man here who's supposed to be him, but... we really haven't spoken much.