Arrow Lake when I go, don't cry for me

Before she would greet her, the honeyed woman swept from view, whispering an apology at the unintended intrusion on their family moment. Ketzia watched her leaving form wistfully, feeling devoid of the usual guilt she would have felt at another leaving her presence in such a manner. Instead, blanketed by the darkness at the sudden loss, the pale sylph turned back to her children, her eyes settling upon the resting place of her mate before she went to them, answering their questions as she tried so very hard to not crumble before them.