She never completely stopped thinking about the tawny healer. She did accept that he might never come back to the monadnock. They had gone through something like this before, not talking for two weeks. He hadn't completely disappeared during that time, though. So what drove him away this time? Why was nothing said before he was gone? Piety realized that those questions fueled more anger than sadness from her.
Her long legs carried her across the borders. The Santoro found moments to wiggle free from Wraith's protective watch and be alone. Granted she usually found herself curled up with Morganna for a nap or making sure those who were still around were doing some work. It was a surprise that Anaia hadn't yanked along her sister Saradathia with her. The taste of the incident still sour in her mouth. It meant more work would need to be done but at least there were fewer mouths to feed for now.
With a huff, she slowed her pace around the border. All this snow had her considering if it was really worth being out here. Maybe she could snag Wraith for a stroll or even just a chat. The dove needed something to busy her mind from any negative thoughts that were growing.
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