Stavanger Bay motherling

Thank you, Chakliux.

She was quiet as he continued to speak, her eyes distant, watching the sea in the distance. How it glimmered under the sun. And she hated it, because how dare it be so bright when Samani was gone.

Eventually, Vairë would look back to Chakliux.

I have two sons and a daughter, who will never know their aunt. Her voice broke, but she remained tearless. She had cried enough in the past several days.

I thank you for your sympathy. But I. She swallowed.

I just wish for my sister back.