Slowly, very slowly, I got up from the very comfortable grass, every joint of my body screaming in protest. It was as if even my body recognized the need to not mood and grieve for the friend that I had lost. I turned around to find the goddess looking flawless as ever, perched graciously on the stone boulder inches away from the drop of the cliff. She had a calm expression on her face as if nothing unusual had occurred while I was still reeling from the after effect of the devastation caused by the battle between the Harper's pack and the rogues. 

"Why did you do it?" I questioned...