Moonspear Wind Blows Hard, but it doesn't matter

Did he know about her grandparents? His words made her wonder how Alaric would take (or had taken) the news of their passing. And not for the first time, she wondered what sort of shape Moonglow was in at present. Although she dreaded talking about it, she recognized an opportunity to pivot to another of many questions that had been on her mind these past several days.

It does, she agreed when he said, “It sucks when they leave you behind.” I know grandmother and grandfather didn’t mean to leave, she continued, unaware of the details of their deaths, and I know anaa and taataa only left to find happiness. I try not to hold it against them but it’s hard.

Her lips twitched into a faint smile when he returned her praise. Her yellow eyes lifted to look him in the face for a few beats, trying to view him not as her beloved uncle but as a man. It felt a little weird but Pie could recognize that he was handsome. There was something appealing about a larger male, one capable of being a stolid guardian and protector.

Clearing her throat and moving her eyes away, Treepie stared ahead as she said, Did you know? About their passing? I can’t bring myself to go to Moonglow, though I wonder how they’re doing over there.