Moonflower
Elliara was teasing Robin’s egg out of its nest when the king died.She froze as the feeling of his passing tore through her like lightning, the egg and her previous mischief all but forgotten.
She had never seen the king, nor had she ever traveled to his silver city beneath the Mound.
So why did his passing tug at her so? And why was she aware in the first place? He might have been King of the Folk, but that meant nothing to her.
Why was a grief too heavy for tears welling up and soaking her insides?
Elliara shook her head, hoping to shake theses strange feelings loose, but she might as well have been trying to peel spider silk from off her fingers for all the good it did her. And trying to rid herself of them only revealed to her how deep they ran.
Her chest tightened with the realization, and for a single breath, her wings stopped fluttering.
Death was a cairn with rubies and other gems to keep your bones company if you were a king. The bright sparklies kept folk from noticing the more important things like a rusted sword or a tarnished ring or any number of enchanted objects that were too powerful to leave lying about where those foolish enough to use them could find them.
But it wasn’t this . . . this enormous weight. This vast quantity of night that obscured something bigger and deeper below.
For a moment, the darkness expanded until she felt as though one of the top worlders had stepped on her. Then it receded, taking with it a bit of the world.
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