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Moondoe was quiet. Contemplative.

Old Doe seethed.

Abandoning herd! she shouted, stomping her hooves into her ears. Abandoning everything for what? A buck who will leave! A weakling who will turn tail when he is not sated! The slash of cervid teeth near her head. She will not be welcome! She will weaken the herd!

Ranting and raving, but Vairë was still.

It was selfish, was what it was. Leaving with no word, leaving your village and your people to starve in the cold while you went to go play with a man twice your age. 

It is not right, what she did. It was cruelty, it was something Vairë would never do. She had something so good, her eyes closed, and she threw it away for a man who wanted her to run from family.

If Dutch believes the village can be mended, can return from this, we should allow the village the chance. It would not be fair to them, to dissolve if that is not their wish. The want to seethe, that angry little girl she once was screaming behind her eyes that it wasn’t right, why Ariadne had gotten everything and left it behind.

But she did not say this.

Her decision to leave should be respected. But, it should also be known that it was not an act born of good will. It is not a leader who leaves their people with no word, alone in winter with no direction.

It was not a leader who threw a fit at a question, and ran away from the answer.