lay our fireflies to rest

Abaven had lost much in the last year, but they’d also been given many blessings that Twig tried her hardest to focus on. She had three beautiful nephews to show for everything, and they were worth her focus. Of course, they could never forget those they lost either. Her heart ached for the boys, and she was sad for her uncle’s loss. She hadn’t known Vail as well, but they’d talked and she was a nice wolf. They joked about Solor and Faun’s similar interest in partners.

The Memoire girl made her way towards Theory’s call, she helped gather the boys and led them towards the gathering area. From here they could almost see Abaven, and the clear sky gave her hope that everyone would soon be able to return home. She quietly made herself comfortable, her features turned towards the cliffs in contemplation and remembrance.