Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

So Praimfaya was still missing. This didn't surprise Wylla, who privately thought the woman had done as she had to Sagtannet and simply left to follow her own selfish desires. It was a bit different to do that when you had young children, though. Wylla was no stranger to walking away, but the abandonment of cubs still reliant on milk was an unforgiveable a crime as they came, and she felt fire stir in her belly.

She was a fool to leave you, Wylla grated firmly. She was a fool, period. It was possible she was dead and had not chosen to leave them, but it would make no difference. Even if it was delusions of grandeur that drove Praimfaya, even if they were planted in her head when she was younger than Skaigona by an equally irresponsible mother, she could find no pity in her for the so-called commander.

She shuffled in the grass, tucking her forepaws against her chest and wincing at the familiar twinge in her weak shoulder. Heda's question was a reasonable one, but not one Wylla had any kind of answer to. There is no way, said Wylla sadly. If there was, I'd have gone to the ends of this earth to make it happen. Curses are for life. So never trust a witch, she advised.