Disclaimer: I do not own the Pendragon book series.

These drabbles mostly examine Loor's character after the events in The Rivers of Zadaa. They are 100 words in length and will remain as such.

It’s not a decision. She doesn’t wake up every day and think, “Today I will miss him.” Some days she doesn’t think of him at all. Others, it brushes past her like a teasing breeze in her hair. Some, it hits harder than a stave to a previous bruise. It’s never the same, how much she misses him. Nostalgia, reflection, aching, reeling, living, laughing, loving. There was so much, before Batu and Rokador, and enough even then. But now he’s gone and she buries herself in her duties as a Traveler.

Even if it hurts.