Blackfeather Woods and she came to Troy with a dowry; death

last for me <3

his offer was expected, but disappointed relmyna all the same. how could he think she could depart the sacred woods, wherein she had been given new life and her children? it was no small part of her heart that loved wintersbane, but blackfeather drummed in her blood as did nothing before.
and she was old, yes, too old and too weary to follow the ambitious silver-ruffed young creature. relmyna wanted only to see him succeed in his endeavours, but she could not help him accomplish these things. the listener reached to kiss her daughter's cheek, seeking to assure astara that while the sundering of her heart was true, she did not suffer.
seafoam eyes returned to wintersbane, and with a sudden sense of pride, relmyna lifted her chin. this is my home, came her silent mouthing. decision made; it was final. her last breaths must be taken here.
fondly she drank in the details of his handsome, youthful visage, the ice-eyes that held her with anguish, perhaps. guilt. he would go on to do great things in the wilds where he made his home. she herself gazed upon wintersbane until she could no longer; relmyna turned and sought the shadows of the dying packland, fading noiselessly between the trees.
her heart knew it would be the last time she saw the man she had only begun to love.