Stages of grief

It felt strange to just go on about their daily lives. After months of waiting and limbo it was over and it just felt... strange. Going on about his usual patrols, making his daily rounds, it didn't feel right. He kept passing the door that would lead him down to the dungeons, feeling like he should go down to check on her, add more wood to the fire, make sure that everything was okay. It was too quiet and he didn't like it. It kept him out of the castle because if he stayed out here he could pretend that the wild, periodic raving of his friend and mentor wasn't gone. At the same time, even with the painful feeling of loss, there was a relief. At least she wasn't suffering any longer. At least she hadn't had to die locked in a cage.

After the chaos following the dire wolf attack had died down there was only one thought on his mind. Eska. Even with how terribly her last visit had ended, he felt like he had to let her know how things had progressed and how they had ended. She had told him that she would be near by and he hoped that held true. He wandered out to the edge of the territory, following the direction he had last seen her run toward. He had no way of knowing exactly where she had ended up after she left him, but this felt like his best guess. Standing at the edge of the plains, he lifted his head and let out a howl for her. For the silver brindled woman with the intelligent golden eyes.

Ulric Adravendi