(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 sat quietly next to her mother, hand in hand with her, showing support. She listened as others told tales, sang songs, and reminisced on events Honey had missed during her long sleep. Dreamflight had a tale, too, but it was one she would not tell.
Dreamflight remembered her father’s face, anxious with worry over Honey’s illness. And the way its expression had changed… the seeming relief when her mother was finally wrapped. It had not taken long before Dreamflight knew why — her father had, in her opinion, never really loved her mother. And his happiness, the light that shined in his eyes when he was with Cloudfern, had been like a knife to her fragile heart. But Dreamflight had borne that pain. She had walked through the turns of Honey’s sleep with the deep, piercing pain that she had not shown, at least, not openly.
The tale Dreamflight would not tell here was one of a daughter living with a heart-wound. Silently bleeding until there was little left. And of the way she had found relief from that pain. Through friendships, and through forgiveness. It was a story her mother probably should hear, but this was Honey’s night. It was not a night for reflecting on the pain caused by her loss… though Honey would likely revel in the notion that Dreamflight had missed her so much. And it was not a night for her mother to hear the message… that she, too, needed to move on, no matter what pain she felt at the loss of her lifemate.
It was not the time for such a tale. Maybe it never would be. Dreamflight acknowledged that and let the thought of sharing that story fly away.