Mage-r Confusion

I sat there for so long, my pack mates probably thought I’d become encapsulated by the stump and couldn’t move. But then… if that was the case… none of them came looking for me, so maybe they just knew I needed a moment or two. Or an hour. Or two.

When someone did come looking for me, it wasn’t a member of my pack. It was Fionna. She came out of the woods down the same path Ben had come down. I wasn’t crying anymore, but I was sitting there staring at the same tree I’d been staring at for a long time. She kneeled down and wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my lap, and I hugged her back as she said, “Friend sad.”

“I am sad, Fionna,” I admitted. “I’m really sad right now.”

“It’ll be okay, Harlow Nightingale