The words hit her like a ton of bricks. "Mayfal?" Had they really said that? This was not the fox that she knew, no. This was someone else. And the fact that they had accused her of wanting them to be dead. "You do NOT know what I have been through. Wanting you dead? I waited for you, days without moving. I have not moved on. But you know what? I think I will now. Because this is not the fox that I know. Mayfal is dead." Comet spat. The friendly pup was surprised at how she said the words with so much venom. And the fact that she meant every word of it bothered her. But did she really?

"I'm going." she stomped out of the path and sat down in the clearing, immediately regretting what she had said. But it was to late to take back the words now. She plopped down, mulling over her thoughts. Her friend being alive was supposed to be a good thing. Today they should be celebrating, talking and doing fun things like the old times. But now a sadness settled over her that was even worse than Mayfal's death. At least there had been some hope then, but there was none now. They were alive, but not the same. Not her friend.

@Mayfal

Comet felt the air fogging up from the steam drifting from the stream that she used to play in with Mayfal. But it was evaporated now, and so was their friendship. Could she ever bring herself to move on from this? It must be easy for the fox to do. It seemed like they didn't care at all.

The moisture from the air, the steam, her magic was strong here. Comet pushed her energy into it, and the steam condensed into clouds. Ones that were grey and darkened the area. More! And the clouds burst, sending a downpour of rain, washing away the scents of the area-- the scent of Mayfal.

She stayed in one place, letting the rain soak her fur. One could have almost sworn that they saw tears run down her cheeks, but that might have just been the rain. "Goodbye Mayfal." Comet whispered, and ran out of the clearing, unable to bear it any longer.

"Exit Comet"

@Mayfal