Phoenix Maplewood Pâk

something about the way that issorartuyok checked over heda was familiar. fatherly. this put her to mind of mahler, which in turn dragged the memory of druid's haunted, tear-soaked face to mind. by the time her leader asked after her family, heda was already toeing the tripwire of emotion.
and when he asked, the deluge broke.
"i don't know!" she cried nonsensically. "druid was here, and lane and i were taking care of her, and then — she wanted to go back to rivenwood. but i said, you know, what if everyone is dead. she has to stay here. she can't go. lane sent a scouting party, they haven't come back. and now druid ran away," heda sobbed, "and it's all my fault, cuz of what i said!"