Sun Mote Copse I'm not about to fight until the last of me dies

Weejay didn't like seeing Mommy cry. It was one thing when she cried (undeserved), another thing when Elfie cried (usually deserved).. but seeing Mommy this distressed awoke something in Weejay she had no words for. Blatant, outright, undeniable fear. Like being at the edge of a massive drop or precipice, and being pushed -- feeling that moment right before gravity kicked in.

Weejay had never hated anything in her life -- and would not hate anything more than how much she hated that feeling. It was a helpless terror, a fear too real for one so young as her to feel. It was instinct, dread, fear, all crumbling into one overwhelming emotion. Her sobs stopped, and she started to rock back and forth, deaf to her Mommy's words. All these words about going somewhere, leaving, not doing it on purpose, spirits -- she suddenly shook her head violently, closing her eyes and rocking even more furiously against her Mommy's paws.