(This story is a part of the "Wrapstuffed Tribemembers are Healed and Rejoin the Tribe" and the "Honey emerges from wrapstuff, and Aftermath" storylines -- see listings for related stories.)
Dreamflight and Honey were nearing the waterside and had spent their time getting there mostly in silence. The smell had left Honey's skin by now but the prank Willow and Beetle had played on her was still quite fresh in the elf's mind.
Further upstream somewhere, Greenweave and One-Leg were probably working the big fishing nets. They weren't in sight but they'd come past here and their scent was still around.
Honey was in a foul mood still and Dreamflight wondered if she was the only one who could stand Honey right now. Her obvious snort when she scented Greenweave on the path they'd taken caused Dreamflight’s eyes to roll in their sockets but she didn't say a thing, figuring it was better to let sleeping wolves lie. Honey however, was of a different mindset.
"You must have been quite happy. With your father and his 'lifemate'." Honey spat the last word with a laugh, one entirely void of humor.
"Shut up, mother." Dreamflight’s words were hardly more then a sigh as she pressed them out.
She was getting sick and tired of her mother’s hysterics and especially tired of having to be the one to straighten out the mess her dramatics made each time.
"And Beetle too. Your own make-shift sister." Honey's words were, as usual, full of self-pity and bitterness. The prank Dreamflight’s friends had played on her only gave her more reason to feel that way.
For the last weeks Dreamflight had stood by Honey and supported her, even defended her against their tribesmates. But the fisher’s patience was reaching its end. Part of her didn't know if she could take it for one more moment. Afraid of lashing out at her own mother, she gritted her teeth, praying to the High Ones that Honey would just stop speaking.
Sadly, the High Ones didn't appear to be listening.
Honey ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the shortness of it, reminding her of the day she cut it off as a remembrance of all that was taken from her. "Yes, you all must have been so happy. Having your perfect little family as soon as you had me out of the way."
"Little Family?.. Little family?!" Dreamflight’s brows lowered as her hands tightened into fists. "How dare you say those words!" The stargazer stood in front of her mother, every muscle in her body tense.
Honey lifted her eyebrows with suprise at her daughter’s unusual outburst, but her brows soon dropped again and a mocking smile started to spread on her lips. As the older elf opened her mouth there wasn't even time for a reply before Dreamflight continued.
"You were my family. You left me alone and when I thought it was going to get better -- when I thought I could wait for the day to welcome you back -- father left me too! He left our den and left me alone. I had no more family!"
Dreamflight’s usually so-calm voice raised, the last words to leave her mouth were a snarl.
The stargazer turned away from Honey who stood stunned, but only for a moment.
"Don't be so dramatic, Dreamflight. Don't you know what I'm going through? I have absolutely no one." Her voice was not as strong as it had been before.
"Dramatic, Mother? Dramatic?!" Dreamflight's tone was almost desperate.
She had looked forward to the day her mother would come out of wrapstuff, but every day since had been a trial. Every day since she had spent time and effort trying to smooth out the wrinkles and right the wrongs made to and by Honey.
"I certainly learned from the best, don't you agree?" Dreamflight snarled back at her. Drawing a breath, she continued. "How dare you mock the time I've spent alone. You haven't an idea of what I've been through! I had to sit here and watch how they built a life together without me. Don't you dare!"
Tears gathered in Dreamflight's eyes and her jaw tightened as she stared at her mother. Frustration, anger and sadness were battling each other to climb to the surface. Unable to find the words and unable to find a way to speak them she switched to sending, once more turning her back.
**I had no more family.** Images and feelings of lying in her den without a familiar scent around were mingled with the strong send, unlocked and for everyone to feel.
She shared the feelings of loneliness that she had felt almost every night.
Left by her mother.
Left by her father.
**I have no family.**
Without ever reaching the river to do what they had come to do there, the young fisher started walking away. Her mind was made up and she couldn't take it any longer.
**Do not enter my den anymore. It is no longer your home.**