Heron Lake Plateau j'ai toujours vécu ici pourtan

Her mother was silent for what felt like an eternity, and Phoebe almost regret asking the question that had been burning away at her. When she did finally supply an answer, the little bird listened and processed, frittering away the logic and then stowing her own emotion towards it. She found the dichotomy confusing. It wasn't right but yet the most important thing was that they were all happy.

It wasn't the explanation that she had been hoping to hear, though she couldn't have claimed to know what she had wanted to hear either. Her gaze fell to the watery reeds, and she studied them without taking them in, suddenly unable to avoid the momentary checking out that followed her mentally. Why? She wanted to ask yet again, yet the words did not yet come. If Eljay had the reasons to, then he surely had answers, and she wondered when he could come again so that she could gain his perspective as well.

"At least he's close by," she decided to say, as though it would bolster their feelings in some distant solidarity. Her gaze came back to her mother then and she closed the case on the matter. "I hope they all visit a lot now that it isn't as cold out." She pulled a smile to her face, embracing that naivety that was not yet stripped from her adolescence. All those that left would simply have to keep visiting over and over again, and perhaps they would go visit them too someday.