Stavanger Bay hiding out

Thistle had followed behind Charon like a beaten woman. She had not tried to take charge, had not tried to do anything. She had simply followed like a blind sheep. She wasn't sure what was going on with her, but she did know it wasn't right. There was something broken inside, and she didn't know how to fix it, put the pieces back together. She was losing so many, her husband, her child, her friend. And now, now she may have lost those she had loved that were still living, by her own self inflicted solitary confinement. For weeks nightmares and sleep walks had plagued her, for weeks she had existed just to exist. Tracing the borders, caring for her children or at least trying, but she had been absent even while doing that at times.

It was with trepidation she woke and looked about, towards the cave entrance. Charon stood there ever vigilante. She watched as he hugged the earth, and she warred between going towards him and staying quiet. Finally, her mothers heart won and she tip toed forward and sat down gently. She had forgotten that despite acting older, he was still very young, and she was still the motherly figure, even if she had forgotten how to be recently. She could try a gain couldn't she? Maybe he would be angry and lash out, but really it was only what she deserved. She just hoped they could move past it. For finally, months after the fact, her mind was clear and her eyes too.