This isn't goodbye

Wynter couldn't really bring herself to watch her mother and two of her siblings walk away from them, standing near the group but keeping her eyes toward the ground instead. She didn't really know how to feel about their leaving. She was sad, of course, and she understood the reason why their mother felt the need to take their sister away, but she couldn't help but feel angry about it too. Angry that they were leaving, angry that Whisper was making this happen, angry that Warden had decided to go with them. She didn't want to be angry at them, but no matter how much she tried to focus on the sad instead the anger kept creeping back up. First her grandfather and now this?

Their dad turned toward them with he offer of a hug, his wings outstretched. Oleander and Zion leaned into their father right away, but Oleander quickly pulled away and went off into the trees for some reason and Wylan went after him. That just left her and her sister with their father and when she glanced up at her father she could see how upset he was. No mater how mad she was at this whole situation the last thing she wanted to do was make it harder on her dad. With a little sigh she stepped into the gap where Oleander had been in her father's embrace, leaning her head on his shoulder and gladly sinking into the familiar warmth of his feathers. She wished there was something they could have done to prevent this, but now all she could do was try and make things a little better where she could and hope they came back soon.

"Wynter Fatalis"