Moonspear It isn't very often

His frown forecast bad news, though he tacked on an optimistic note. Treepie decided to keep that top of mind. She hated to see him—or anyone else, for that matter—go, though at least he said he would come back if he was welcome.

Of course we’d want you to come back! she said, maybe a little too loudly. Clearing her throat, Pie continued, I’d rather you didn’t leave at all, though I totally get it. I’ve wanted to go out looking for those who’ve left. You just want to make sure she’s okay.

Tiuttuk fell silent, thinking. She wouldn’t have the first clue where to look, either, not just where it concerned Hokulani but anyone else who’d vanished into the ether without a word. Why couldn’t everyone just stay, or at the very least, give some indication where they were going, how long they’d be gone or whether they planned to return at all?

Before you leave, make sure to come find me first, Pie said almost a little heatedly. Catching herself, she explained, So many go without a word. I just want to be able to say goodbye.