Yeh, Sometimes I'm Quite The Sobbing Mess . . . .

So, a few Sundays ago, I woke from a very emotional dream.  I was actually a sobbing mess.  The storyline kept returning to F’Rella in my Wind Time series.  It's actually a book which will be comprised of short stories told from different points of time within the same community.  Several characters make reappearances at different points in their life.  

In the scene that was in my dream F'Rella had made the choice to end her life after the death of her sworn mate, B’Radden.  The story begins with a party thrown in honor of their unborn first child.  I woke in a state of great unhappiness (yeh, mushy pillows and the whole nine yards) because I was there with her at the cliff's edge where she had intended to jump bearing her unborn child in her belly.  I think though the story is an exploration (on the surface) of the cycle of grieving.  

I have this and many other snippets in work two or which are mysteries.  One of those mysteries has the working title of Pumpkin Head.  I have The Wind Time series of short stories in work and also a vampire story with the working title of Bloodily Discharged.  I have a couple short stories in work which do double duty to introduce several of my characters in the aforementioned pieces in work.  I'm trying to wrap my mind around a short story to introduce the people in my Wind Time series community and I think I'll do a piece which starts at the beginning of how their community came to be.