On these holiest of days

It seemed deeply unfair that Petra got to have the good times, while all Alder had was…nothing. Nothing, because unlike Petra, or Abs, or Raelle and Scylla or even fucking Nicte (she didn’t hate Nicte either, she had to remind herself, it was once again just the vast injustice of it all) Alder was dead. Gone. A presence so vast and all-consuming just gone, blown into the wind like a dandelion which had been blown by a child, leaving a huge gaping void in Tally’s life which was showing no signs of healing any time soon.