To Everything There is A Season [Acere]

Drífa walked to the ship with slow determination, ignoring the pressure in her abdomen and the grim diagnosis that went with it. She knew her years were numbered and though she had only been in her new rank a short time she felt it was best she retire to the rank of Elder. Naturally, she was still happy to offer advice for as long as she was able but she felt it time to begin to rest and contemplate the remainder of her life. It was time to start focus on finding peace.

Drífa made her way to the deck and sat down for a moment before howling for Acere to come and meet her. She prayed he would not be too disappointed or sad. She was getting on in years and life was on exception to the turning of seasons.