salt in the wound

The Warlord was surprised to hear mention of the firefly festival. Had it only been three years ago? It felt like it had been longer. The Warlord nodded his head as Kaija continued on, mentioning how glad she had been that they had moved North. The way she trailed off… Seer could tell she was really worried. Ophelia had been close to her mother, closer to her then to Sirius. It was possible Zee’s death had impacted Ophelia drastically, and Sirius hadn’t seen it. He was ashamed, that he let himself get so caught up in his own misery that he would miss his daughter's absence.

“I understand, and your welcome to stick around for a few days while we try to figure out where she’s gone. If I find anything, you’ll be the first to know, and vice versa?” He suggested, his voice soft.


"Speech"