Redhawk Caldera the memories come and come

Maia nodded. Be safe. It was better that he came back with nothing than overextend himself in the attempt. She’d already as much as said this, though, when she insisted he owed then nothing but her daughter’s happiness. So she’d leave it with well wishes.

Maia watched him go after farewells with a mixed welling of emotion, bubbling to the surface now that she was safely alone. Happiness that he seemed like such a nice match. Sadness in the clear mark of the moon packs that she saw over him like a shadow.

She was being dramatic. She needed to let go.

With a small sigh, she continued along the borders. She would stay nearby that evening so that she could meet him when he returned.