Neverwinter Forest deepest forest, darkest wood

Quiet, it surrounded them both for a moment.

I wonder why I even still care. It’s done, it has been done for almost two years. And yet… She swallowed.

I am still so angry. At all of it. There is bitterness in me, for Lótë, for my sister, for my brother. For the two she loved, for the two who got to know her. Her throat ached, her voice croaked.

She was here. Months ago. Before I had my children, she was here, she could have come to see me. But she brought another wolf to Moonglow, and she left. Again. With no word. And perhaps that’s what hurt the worst. That her mother had been here, knew where she was, but didn’t care to come see her.