With Verity gone from Verge, the house of Voclain empty a daily sight is seen.
Len walks daily from her home, to the temple of Valerias. Inside she places herself in the back by the pool and stays kneeling for hours at a time. She carries on a conversation with herself perhaps or like so many she hopes for a guidance.
Those that gather close enough would hear her whispered words at times, keeping her eyes closed and head bowed she pays them no attention.
“I’ve wounded the heart of one closest to me and I feel selfish to even think I deserve her back, but if anyone knows how to mend a betrayed heart it is you.”
“I do not expect an answer, doing this is more a comfort now, a memory of her and of Val.” A pause in her words as the small winged form shakes and tears hit the stones beneath her. “This emptiness I feel, without them here, I do not show it in my words or my face but it tears me apart...all because I did not speak up. I fear I cannot repair this and now I just unload this onto you.”
“She has been through so much, none of us have any idea. I wish a way to ease her burden to show that I will always be her blade if needed. To show that she will never again have to doubt how much I truly care for her. Please guide this idiotic Hin”