The fog around them started to swirl and coalesce into shadowy shapes. Svalin did not look. She knew what was coming. It was always the same and had been since her wedding day.
She tried to make it stop, but knew she wouldn't. Her dreamscape always seemed to be out of her control.
She reached out for his hand. "Feel thine son's strong kick."
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