Fourth Summer

Soon winter came upon our little camp. Mother, Nya and I curled up under heavy furs our guards had produced for us. They had offered us coats that would allow safety outside but we declined. 

Sleeping like this reminded me of being a new born hatchling. I wondered if Grandmother got to rest like this in the spirit world.

Mother snored softly beside me as I stirred for an instant to take a few bites of jarred-up berries.

"Everything alright?" I heard the soft voice of our guard.

I smiled and gestured to the food, "Would you like some? I shiver to think you are all alone in the cold."

"My Princess, it is an honour to stand in the cold if it means protecting you," He replied.

Still, I pushed the berries into his hands.

"The jar is already open and I can't finish them," I shrugged.

He smiled gently at me, and then at my little huddle of a family.