A lonely old woman sews a daughter for herself from soft cloth, downy feathers, and well worn buttons. It would be blessing if some fae creature or god breathed life into the dear one, wouldn’t it…? -- Deathshead419
You know the stories, don't you? Once upon a time, there was a lonely old... miller, baker, tailor, tinker, dressmaker, toymaker, pick one... who didn't have a spouse or a family as they began to grow old. What happened next changes from tale to tale.
This one is mostly true.
Maranna had never met someone she wanted to share her life with. Her town had never spawned any unwanted children, nor did she find any in the woods, roads, or byways. Even the traveling shows and merchants lacked a little one who would fare better in her arms. The usual avenues to have a child to raise were shut to her, and her home and shop got lonely in the evenings.
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