Silver by Elrond's Library  

Silver

♥ days, known, secret, name ♥ what could our mothers do but lose / sleep, wake into prayer, prepare herbs & apples

She had not intended to be a mother. She had not even really intended to be a wife, to start. But days spent bent over a shared workbench and the slow loosening of tongues from formality into companionship slowly shaped the world she had known to something brighter, a secret shared just for two.

And then three.

How could she not take this boy into her heart, his cries so plaintive, his nose so small? Fingernails the size of dewdrops, hair as fine as mist.

But his future, when she saw, was full of silver metal, grasping hands. Her Tyelperinquar.