Dawnlark Plains Roses have thorns

She had known heartbreak before, watched it dance across her uncle's face like the lightening danced during a storm, she'd seen the way that Seelie and Oxtli both exchanged long looks when the subject of their mother came around. This was different. They could always pretend that Selkie was off having her adventures, her loyalty to her Man and to her Work eternal. Facing the real true reality of death was unfair at any age but especially when one was so young. 

If she didn't know any better she would have suggested that Sunny loved her; the way he spoke of Keoni was near sacred even when just explaining her traits. Catori gave a soft sigh and reached over to press her snout to Sunny's cheek. "I am so sorry, Sunny." She said softly. "Not only did she live what sounded like a hard life, it was cut far too short." She would never have the chance to meet Sunny's family or his little siblings or to explore and grow their relationship. She wondered what she might have done if Grayday had lost his voice, but, she and Seelie communicated just fine and so maybe that wouldn't have been an issue 

"Would you like us to set up a memorial for her?" Catori asked after awhile, the silence growing between them but not in an uncomfortable way. "Even though you didn't get to tell her directly you could still talk to her there. She will still hear you, sweetheart. She'll know." Catori said softly. They had held a ceremony for Chaska when he had passed but Easthollow probably also had their own traditions so what they did here might be something special just for Sunny. "....Maybe we can find something we could move like a pretty stone or a unique plant we could move with us. Maybe Pema could help us plant it if you found one?"