(A bit more. Also a bit later today, went for a run this morning and forgot to schedule a post. This is very early, rough draft).
Felicia avoided personal details
about herself but encouraged Jack
to reveal everything.
He was a loyal son but resented
how trapped he was, tied to his mother
due to poverty.
He dreamed of adventure,
of travelling,
of being important and brave
so people recognised and respected him.
He planned trips they could take,
describing lands merchants had told him about
and dreaming of a future together.
Felicia let him dream,
enraptured with his hope,
his unending resilience,
knowing it could never be.
But then, a month ago, it all changed.
The ground dwellers learnt of the giants.
Scribbled Thoughts 