Desreal: the finality of loneliness; ap. oceantree

It was time. Children grow up. People move on. Hypatia understands this. She had. She had moved on to the desert, even after becoming Queen of the Ocean, because she knew that she could not be apart of the sea, that the desert was the place where she belonged. It is sad, but these things happen. Hypatia had seen this coming, not because of a dream, but simply because Oceantree needed it. The Naphtha never sees herself having children, but her people…they are her children now. She can let them go.

I never belonged here… Oceantree's voice calls out in his panic. Traitor and Andarin and Icarus and love float through her mind like different streams. Hypatia moves closer to the sound of the voice, Kail quiet at her side. It is a sad moment, but both of them have smiles on their face. Because this is what will make Oceantree happy and this is what needs to be done.

"Don't be sorry, Oceantree. You are always welcome here, love." A small tear that turns to flame rolls down her cheek. "You are not a traitor. This is what you need." She moves quietly towards the younger mare, her friend, her daughter, and touches her cool lips to the others shoulder. "Come back whenever you want."

And as Oceantree turned out of Ni'Srilan, a small tear ran down her face.