Redhawk Caldera The Mountain

Maia didn’t move away, allowing her daughter to lean on her for as long as she wanted to while she listened. It was, admittedly, good to hear that she was conflicted about leaving. Maia didn’t want her kids to feel stuck, or to miss out on exploration and even families and friendships and stories if their own, but it was comforting that there were things she would miss in Brecheliant. Maia worried a lot about the type of home they had made, whether or not it felt like one to their kids.

You have just as much a right to change things here as we do. Maybe a little change could even do us all some good. Still, I understand. Maia did, probably more than Ceridwen even realized. Her fears about Eljay echoed Maia’s own anxieties, and she remembered feeling the exact same way about Wraen. Her sister’s fading health had been most of the reason she’d remained in Brecheliant, even with Eljay’s love of the Caldera and through their early time navigating a relationship with distance.

Your dad is fine, and he’d rather you come back with news and stories to share than mope around here. Even if he doesn’t know it. Maia said with a smile, her voice fond as she lightly teased her mate. If you do decide to go, you can always come back anytime. And, for the record, you don’t have to leave Brecheliant to travel. The whole idea behind this place was offering a home where everyone is free to come and go. Maia did not take advantage of this as often as she might have a few years ago, but it was still a feature of Brecheliant that she thought was incredibly important. The kind of home that she and Wraen had always dreamed existed.