Blacktail Deer Plateau green flash sunset

though he is proud of his children for sticking together, for sticking with deja, he cannot help the tightness of his chest; the wave of panic he feels as he watches. it is strange, how these two emotions war within rusalka as he stands beside solveig, watching the children depart. he fights the desire to rush forward, to ask them not to leave. they are young adults, and all he could do was trust. trust them and that solveig and him had done what they could raising them.

he does not realize he is holding his breath until it escapes him in a heavy sigh when they disappear into the horizon.

his tongue and chest feel heavy and so, not wanting to speak, he offers solveig a lingering kiss to her cheek.