Northstar Vale Picture a place where it all doesn’t hurt.

-“Yes, both of you should come,”- Towhee replied before turning and beginning the dreaded march.

It was a bit ironic that Leona didn’t haunt the place where she was buried, though she had never spent much time here in Wraen’s Nest. No, this was more Towhee’s place than anyone’s. Leo’s ghost tended to haunt all the places where she had lived her short life.

The instant she arrived at the small mound, Towhee’s eyes blurred with tears. She swiped at them, wishing to see the decorations laid out for her little girl. But they came fast and hard. Towhee decided not to fight them. Instead, she hung her head and let them come, along with the great gasping sobs that began somewhere deep inside before clawing their way out of her mouth.