Wheeling Gull Isle Teach your children well. . .

She didn't answer the question for a moment. Let him talk it out, and smiled at his description of Chacal. She'd fit in quite well with the storytellers of her family, Wraen and Maia. Singing was still storytelling, after all.

You're not a bad one, Lilitu reassured softly. It's. . .hard. It happens so quickly. When my mother died, I was away, and I barely had time to adjust to it.

The sky was gray; soon, it would be night. Perhaps clouds would still cover the stars, then, but—

I was told our loved ones live forever in the stars, Eti, she offered, lifting her muzzle to the heavens. On a clear night, look out—Sobo's there. And you can say goodbye if you want.

Her throat began to tighten, hard and fast, and she tried to swallow.