Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Maybe it would be enough for her. Maybe it could be enough for him. Turmeric wondered how anyone got over that want to be needed for more than a season, to be needed for longer than when they were useful, and happy to be discarded when their usefulness ran dry. Did it ever get easier, saying goodbye? Did the hurt ever subside? Did you still press in, and press in deep, even though you knew all this good would come to an end, even though you knew you set yourself up for a deeper pain?

It still hurt to think these things, and they did not reach his voice.

Turmeric gazed in the direction Inkeri gestured: rolling fields, lined by a distant haze of forest and mountain. Kvarsheim. Small, and kind. And a home, perhaps.

His heart fluttered with warmth at her offer. Thank you, Inkeri. You know, I'm glad I met you here today, and his smile came easy for her, and I'll truly think through your offer. But if the wolves of Kvarsheim are anything like you, I think I could enjoy a new life there.

I'm good to fade or keep going! <3 Just let me know!