Chapter 7 Spring Chill
“Tis a cold day.”
“Father, flowers bloom at your feet.”
“Seasons do not mark the chill of this day.”
Obadella thought about her father’s words. Her inexperience took its time catching on that it was not the weather he discussed. Instead, he spoke of the cold in his heart at having to lay his friend to rest.
“No one came to the wake.”
“We came.”
“Yes, but—”
“And Luli and Hom.”
“Yes, but no one else.” Obadella wiped a tear from her cheek. “She was such an important person, the most important in all the realm.”
“I believe she was.”
“Then why—”
“Because Cratha Nalinskat was nobody.”
Obadella scrunched her face.
Enorim pulled his daughter in close. It was one of the few times the Elf showed affection for his oldest child. “You and I know how important she wa
