Qeya River mockingbird

veksar's lips curled into a confident smirk. deal.

it was a good plan, he thought. avoid theft unless it becomes necessary — avoid implication and war. but he'd be lying if he did not, somewhere deep inside of him, yearn for a vengeance that could only be settled by bringing star eater to her knees.

but for what? how had she hurt him? he hardly knew her — hardly even known morwenna before she'd disappeared from his life, thought to be lost to time. it was like a long buried, ugly wound, unfurling itself deep in veksar's gut.

abandonment.

betrayal.

his lip twitched. blackfell surely knew what was coming just by the look in his eyes. hurt, cemented behind many years of built up walls, finally cracking.

what do you know about why morwenna left us, when i was a kid?