Stormdancer

When she first caught sight of the babe's corvine tuff of hair on that tiny little head, a stab of panic buried itself between her ribs, drowning the joy. How could it happen? She had calculated everything, drank the tea, counted the moons… Where did she go wrong? But it didn't matter...all she could do was cry for the child of her body that could not live to see its first nameday.