Tharn
She was a monster.
Maybe Arlo would have been nice to meet, and maybe he would have had the answers that she lacked. A hundred and thirty years and she survived and was hanging on for dear life. Lavana had sense, but the sweet lulling whispers were never this strong and never had such pull she was desperate her sense of self in ruins. Whatever it was, it was not so easily dismissed with nonchalance she knew better that its spirit crushing resolve was enough to destroy a hero her sister.
Lavana went back to the pieces she had organised and used her tinder box to set them on fire and use what was left of the debri to form a barrier around the scraps of wood to make a small makeshift campfire.
Its not like she could go home and take a nap, her apartments roof had been torn off and it was a dilapidated hovel. It would have been nice though to sit in a warm room happy and cozy with friends and smiling faces, but she hadnt known comfort like that for over seventy years.
Maybe thats what her mother meant.
She was her greatest failure, so she would work twice as hard to make up for it. The fires warmth was fickle at the mercy of the wind. But as its radiating heat bombarded her in short bursts before flickering off and returning she looked at the sky.
Lavana curled up as all the other jewels around her faded in the sky at the mercy of the light. As the stars disseapered in the light. The only thing that remained visible was the three moons. The message subliminal but there, the holy trinity. Lavana, Valtharn, And Raskalarn united as a family. As the stars faded they would remain. Even her mother would have to acknowledge such an accomplishment.
Maybe they were the only ones that truly mattered.
Lavana curled up on the bench, she was still an orphan looking and patiently waiting for her home and family.
