Dragoncrest Cliffs Death of a Rose

It didn't matter who witnessed it.

The last time she'd felt loss like this, it had been Ironsea.  She'd wept then too, alone, but as time passed she found less and less reason to keep moving when forces beyond her slammed her to the ground and held her still.  There was no reason to fight; she'd fought for so long and it changed nothing.

She wouldn't stop living, or protecting the ones she loved, but she would stop giving a damn about how she appeared to a world set bitterly upon breaking them.

It helped.  Not immensely, but some part of her control was regained from the outburst, outside of the pain that would linger indefinitely.  We should bury him near the others,  she said at length, not yet rising, nor looking at them.

Just a few more moments to remain like this.  Then she would call the pack.

last for me