Divorce, Azeroth style

Because Ael might be at the Pig and Whistle, Ayrma crept from her hiding spot with child in tow. The Park was quiet late at night, but was the right place for the reflection she needed now.

The other druids of Stormwind were absent from their normal places near the Moonwell, so she felt safe perching on the edge and letting the toddler wander nearby. Khad’s brilliant golden eyes stared up at her from the ledge beside the pool. After staring at the reflection off the water, the boy pulled his thumb from his mouth and tugged on Ayrma’s sleeve. “Da?”

She lifted the child to her lap and tried to cuddle him against her body. “Daddy’s not going to be around for a while.” How does one explain divorce to a toddler who couldn’t understand more than half a dozen words?

Khad struggled off her lap and pointed at the water. “Da?”

Maybe he wasn’t speaking of Ael, then. Maybe, hopefully, he would be too young to notice the loss of the pillar of his life for so many months. It was over and done, though. Regrets aside, She’d made a choice and it was far too late to change it now.

Khad crouched on the side of the pool and reached down, swatting at the glints of light on the moonwell.

Ayrma looked down to her hand. She slowly removed the wedding band from her hand and examined the way the light from the moon caught its contours. After a moment, she extended her hand out over the water and let the ring tumble into the water.