[HAWI]
Death hadn't been something new for Hawi and she was very aware of it like her usual morning routine. It had been the one thing that she had taken into agreement and accepted.
It was a lot for her, no doubt, and when Ruru died, Hawi had lost everything that had kept her sane.
She had felt like an outcast in the one place that had been home for her, everything looked like and reminded her a lot of the prettiest girl that she had ever seen. It hadn't been easy, and it was never going to be easy.
However, that was a truth she would learn three hundred years later.
Hawi had struggled to accept the truth, to accept the fact that her mate had died just like that. For years away from home, Hawi tried to make sense of what Ruru had done that time, and yet each time, it was all blank.
