Lone Star Mountain you fracture light again

“Oh!” The Middleman had rushed to the girl’s side, ready to dry the tears that had formed. Her heart broke for Ulloriaq, the pieces falling along with the tears that broke free after the mention of her father, the girl dabbing away at her sadness almost as quickly as they had come. The fiery woman knew of this sadness, the one that sat deep within her heart. She missed her father, her whole family, and she did all she could not to join the girl in her grief.

“It’s alright, I understand. I know loss, like you, and sometimes it must pour from your cup. In the beginning, it seems the cup will never empty, the tears will never cease, but some day the cup will empty of all its sadness; it will then be replaced by the happiness you once knew and the memories you have made in your life, where he will have followed in spirit. He will always be with you.”

She had dropped down to the cave floor and listened to the girl as she spoke again. The storm had raged on outside, and she chuckled. “Yes, the weather is fickle on these mountains. Hopefully, it blows by quickly and you can be on your way again.” She said with a gentle smile.