A/N: This is what tends to happen after I reread Realms of the Gods…
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There are times when even Gods cannot name what they are feeling. For me, this was one of those times.
I watched my daughter go with a mix of emotions, many of which I had never encountered at the same time before. Pain, I could name, and sorrow; but there was also an element of happiness and of pride for my sweet daughter. She was going home to a world where she was what I never had been: a hero. In my eyes, of course, she had always been a hero, but now it was true. For her, and for everyone.
And that man, he loved her. I knew that. Numair would be good to her. How could he not be? I could tell that he loved her with all that was in him, and she felt the same. They would be happy together.
But I would always be sad. Oh, I could see her on holidays, but that was it. My daughter. My Daine. I would be without her until she, too, died, and I clearly did not wish that on her anytime soon. If only she had stayed… Yes, I had released her from her promise, but I would always hold a certain amount of regret in that respect. I could have kept her here, with Weiryn and me, where I could hold her in my arms whenever I wished to do so.
I stared out at the sky until the dragon disappeared, with Daine on his back. I tried to pretend as though she were only leaving for a short while, that she would be back in no time, but I couldn't believe my own lies. I knew that she was gone. She hadn't chosen me.
And she shouldn't have! What right did I have to keep her here? None at all. She would never be happy here, and I knew it. I shouldn't want to keep her. But, No, Sarra, I reminded myself . You told her to go. That is all that mattered. You are a mother. You are allowed to be upset.
Feeling Weiryn's arm around my shoulders, I smiled. As I turned my head up to face his, he kissed me softly. "It will be okay, Sarra," he said in a tone that made me want to believe him. "She will be happy there, and you can see her on holidays. Don't fret too much, darling."
I nodded, sighing.
"Come," he said, stroking my hair. "Think of other things."
I reached up my hand and took his in it. He squeezed it as we slowly walked into the house.
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