This isn't goodbye

While Zion kind of understands the reasoning behind her mother, brother, and sister leaving, it does not erase the hurt and anxiety that weigh heavily on her shoulders, bowing them. Sorrow paints her features, pulling them down until a deep frown creases her lips. Their disappearing forms shimmer as tears steadily build in the girl’s lavender eyes and, when her winged father asks if they want a hug, all the yearling can do is sniffle.

Turning to Mortis, tears slipping free to roll slowly down her cheeks, Zion steps to the other side of her father, opposite of where Ollie steps up to and buries herself in the crook of his wing. This is safety and home and, as she buries her face into his fur, her body instinctively curling toward her dad as she yearns to held, the girl silently vows that she will do better in her studies so that her mother will be proud of her when she returns.

Zion feels her brother shift away from the embrace and, while she worries about him, the girl cannot seem to tear herself away from the warm hug to check on him. Small form trembles slightly as the tears continue to fall, spilling into her father’s fur as she remains hidden away from the world.


"Zion Fatalis"