Redhawk Caldera Turning purple at the dance evening

It was a morbid question! Maia didn’t like thinking about those sorts of things, but because it was her daughter asking, she tried to actually consider it. Death was such a hard thing. It always seemed to come when you least expected it and always seemed to steal that goodbye. Maybe, in some ways, knowing would be a blessing.

I think most would try to avoid it. I can’t see myself not doing that. But even if I thought I could change things, I’d still make sure I had time to say goodbye to everyone who was important to me. Just in case. She smiled, though it was softer as her mind went to Wraen. I’d make sure I said all of the things I needed to say, and that they could too, so there was nothing anyone needed to regret after.

If she’d known her parents were going to die, she’d have done so many things differently. The same with Terance, with Wraen, and she was sure Eljay felt that way about Wildfire too. They’d known, but without a date, it was so easy to put things off until it was too late. What would you do?