how have you been

Her children were getting older now and she was angry at herself for missing so much of their lives already, but there was nothing that could be done. Any of them could have perished from the illness her, Terror, or Phantasm had so breaking the quarantine wouldn't have been a good thing. She couldn't imagine losing her children, not even one of them, so she hoped that none of them were too angry with her.

Widow wasn't the kind to buy back their love and affection, however. If they were angry with her, perhaps time would heal and they would begin to understand as they aged. As she wandered the dancefloor, she searched for any one of her children with the hopes that she could find them enjoying the bright autumn day. It was a pleasant day after all, certainly one worth spending outside rather than inside the dark and cold gorge.

"Speech!"