Owner Of A Broken Heart

Siduri's angered yelling broke her mother's heart. Her steps faltered in the sand as they tried to get off the continent of Auster to put distance and borders between those that clearly couldn't let it go. Ethne had asked for training, what else did the leader expect to be on offer from a pack literally called Raider's Hollow. This shit had blown out of proportion. Ethne poked and poked, followed them home and expected a welcome mat, raided them back and were clearly out for blood. Despite Modesty's attempts to be the bigger wolf and let it go (she'd even asked Art to send them help), despite Gilgamesh's attempts to smooth things over. Softness and his damn lawfulness had cost him his life, and wasn't she partly to blame for that? For encouraging him to let her in to try a more political approach?

Her breath came in pants and the longer they were stationary, the greater threat there was of her emotions overcoming her. Her daughter wasn't a baby anymore, couldn't be held back by her mother. The one thing Modesty thought they had done right was teaching their kids to stand on their own four feet, to be willing to face the consequences of their actions (clearly a lesson every wolf in Ethne had missed). If her daughter wanted to be the Karma that came back to bite them, who was she to deny what might bring her daughter some peace? She knew if she said no, it would happen anyway, she would only hear about it after the fact.

"Just let me be there. I need to know..." She choked on her words. "You have my blessing to do whatever you need to. I'll always be proud of you, no matter what." She stepped closer to embrace her daughter, mindful of her opened wounds. A hollow chuckle ripped from her throat, Modesty's vision blurred with tears. "Will you at least wait until Sakana has had a chance to patch you up?"

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