Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24489208-20130806182535/@comment-11457306-20130806231520

She felt emptied out, drained, like an old pitcher of stale mead. All she knew, all she hoped, all she dreamed and now all she loved--was gone. She had no place else to go and no one who would care if she went. Would that she had stayed in the Evergloam.

She lay down on the bed, curled up on her side, knees up to her chin. She clutched the sleeping fur up under her chin and began to sing, very softly, a lullaby her ma had sung to her when she was a little girl. After a very long time, she slept.