Sigh

Another month has passed, and it's another month of futility in my quest to bear a child. I've slept with humans, elves, half-elves, orcs, half-orcs, dwarves, halflings, minotaurs, gorgons and even a gnome (twice).

Alas! When will I have a daughter of my own? Oh sisters, I know you laugh to read this, you scoff at my motherly desires, but if only you could feel them yourself! I've already built a cradle made from fish bones, and crafted blankets of the softest elven skin and hair. It's all waiting for whenever I should become blessed with a baby of my own!

There is hope, however. The thief that I've been accompanying lately...I think he has an eye for me. He's always staring, and the nightly groans I hear creeping from his room lead me to believe he's fertile! Perhaps tonight is finally my night.

Yours,
Feldra