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Ariadne.

Vairë’s stomach twisted to even think of her sister. It was still too close, the pain fresh against her chest.

Liar!, the little girl that still lived within her screamed, as loud as she could, in the hopes her cloud water sister would hear. But she did not, for a winter breeze had already turned her away with the flight of a hawk.

Vairë scored her little sister's name into the list of people who left, and tried not to let bitter salt rush to her face. Instead, she pressed close to her mother.

What is done is done, there is nothing I can do to change it. A mirror of the very words she had spoken to Ariadne only a few days ago, but they felt like ages now.

I will help you pack.