Marcus — WDB06b Journal

The next year was a hard one for me family. No one spoke of the Harpesia in the room, but it always filled the silence. The loss of her gentle presence was most felt during dinners, and I watched as me mother slowly retreated into herself, eventually falling asleep one night and never waking up. Father followed soon after. A candle snuffed a breath. We never spoke of it, and the family never blamed me, but the weight of her death was massive. I was lost Both spiritually and emotionally. And if it hadn't been for Alba, I might never have found my way back. She effortlessly reminded me of the world around me and how unknowable Quaylithon's plan for us was. With her help, I set this burden into Quaylithon's hand and began healing.