paper cut stings from our paper thin plans

As long as you say you are mine

Maybe Flora was right. Stormbreak held so many memories, many of which were now tainted by the stain of the Family and the Void and Tarak's loss. How was she supposed to heal when she saw ghosts from her past waiting around every corner? When she woke in a cold sweat fearing that the Family had returned, that she'd been kidnapped again, that she was left to rot in a cell somewhere - but this time, she wasn't released?

But gods if it didn't feel wrong to walk away. Even if it was what would be the best thing for her, how could she know that it would be the best for Stormbreak? She'd taken the lead before because no one else had wanted to do so - was that so different now? And if it was, did that make a difference? She hummed a noncommittal agreement as she raised her head. "I'll think about it," she said. And she would. What the outcome looked like, though... that remained to be seen.

In the meantime, Flora took her idea and ran with it, throwing out lighthearted suggestions that pulled a quiet chuckle from the Luminary. "We could," she agreed wistfully. "Where would we go first?"

We'll see the other side together

Sohalia