Neverwinter Forest deepest forest, darkest wood

She did not say goodbye. 

Vairë felt her voice harden even through its whisper, felt that cool ball of feelings in her chest suddenly boil over with molten heat.

Twice she left. Twice she did not say goodbye, that she would be back. She went after Wilwarin. She took Fjall with her. Vairë felt her teeth grind together.

Twice she left. A reflexive throb through her forehead with how hard she squeezed her jaw.

Not once did she say goodbye. She flared into the deep dark of the former den, unsure of what feelings existed in her, unsure of how to untangle the deep purple bruise of hurt, of hate, from the love she held for her mother.

Not once did she say she loved me before she left.