#iliterallycried

It had been ten years-ten long years since she had heard her mother's voice. But she had heard it then over the force of her weeping, as clear as if she knelt beside her. Fireheart-why do you cry? "Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way." It was what she had never been able to tell Nehemia-that for ten years, she had been unsure how to find the way home, because there was no home left.