Heron Lake Plateau Hard time forgiving Even harder forgetting

But why? Bat wanted to press, curious despite herself. She wasn't going to ask Kiwi though. If she really wanted to know—more than she now wanted to pretend they didn't exist—she could always just ask Wildfire. Clearly nothing good was going to come of this conversation with her sister.

With one final blow, Kiwi turned to leave. Bat made no attempt to stop her or call her back. She simply stood there dumbly for a long moment, squinting a little as Kiwi finally became no more than a smudge in the distance. Did she care what Kiwi thought? Truthfully, she did. She couldn't help it. But in the spirit of refusing to let their appearance upset the good thing she had going here, Bat suppressed that feeling.

She was scarily good at putting all things Drageda in a locked closet at the back of her mind. It'd be a little harder with constant reminders of their existence popping up everywhere—like trying to shut the door against an overflowing cascade—but Bat would just have to do her best. She'd been doing just fine without them and wanted to get back to life as she knew it.