Sun Mote Copse Like the records I'm playing, they might keep you waiting

Just like that, Maia was gone. Weejay watched her stride away, feeling something pull and snap.

When she looked up from the ground her fathers tear’s were misty. Dunno why you couldn’t just go with her. Weejay mumbled quietly, feeling a sense of mounting frustration too. With Maia gone, that just left Eljay to be the source of that misapplied frustration. She hedged a sigh out into the wind, doing her best to dispel the uncharitable thoughts that swarmed her like a fog. We’ll see her again. Weejay tried to sound cheery, though in her heart felt anything but.