Azielle couldn’t sleep. The pod had been moved and Aqualina had been left behind.

Matriarch Tristalina seemed so cruel. It wasn’t fair. The rules were for the good of the whole, but did they always have to be followed so rigidly. They’d left so suddenly, there wasn’t even time to leave even the smallest of hints to where they were going.

All night long she tossed and turned. When the morning came her decision had been made. Despite her own internal conflict, she knew she could not live with herself, unless, she at least made some attempts to find Aqualina and bring her home.

She left before anyone else awoke, afraid to hear their objections to her wild scheme.

She left knowing they might not be there when she returned.
Still she left. At least Aqualina would not be alone.