the curse

She explained herself, feeling so helpless that she didn’t even hide her emotions. Tears welled up and slid down her cheeks as she spoke. She felt completely at fault. Corvus didn’t hesitate to lean into her as he realized fully her state. Twig took his comfort and leaned heavily against his larger form. He tried to soothe her with his words as well, he was sure they would find them. Like he was looking through a door inside her heart he also mentioned how this wasn’t her fault.

Twig grit her teeth as she sobbed softly, losing control of her emotions. Most of it was the relief knowing he didn’t blame her. ”It’s so hard not to.” If she had only kept a better eye on them. If she worked harder… not they had been through a lot, no matter what she did they would wander and try and find their own path. She wasn’t their mother, no matter how hard she tried. Twig could only hope and pray that they were alright and found their way back to her safely.

She sighed heavily and leaned her head against Corvus’s shoulder as she admitted to defeat. If anything happened to them… She couldn’t think about it. ”I hope they’re okay.” She knew he couldn’t speculate on their well being, anything could have happened and that was the worst. Not knowing where they were or how they were doing. ”Abaven doesn’t deserve so much sorrow.” Twig followed up softly, the last year was so difficult. When you were at your lowest you could only go up, but it seemed like they were only getting pushed lower and lower.