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Some mountain angst below the cut(??) @cptsylok helped fuel this. Not proofread, about 400 words. No comfort for now. Maybe soon

They’d not gotten a plate for him. This was the third night. After one time you can blame it as an accident. After the second, you start to doubt it. The third.. that’s when you start to know. That’s fine, he’d just get himself one.. except, like the other nights, no seat was left. In his seat was the new summon. Mountain could feel the tears in his eyes as the formed, before he turned on his heel, to head the greenhouse. At least they couldn’t take that from him, right? His one solace, the earth. Right? The greenhouse he had.. was his solace.

Wrong. He trudged through the woods, angry. Anger burned through him at what he’d saw. Dewdrop. Dewdrop and Aether in his greenhouse. Not the communal one, not the one for the siblings, not the one for the ghouls. The one that was just for him, the one everyone knew was his and to ask before they went in. They hadn’t asked. He was fuming, the normally stoic earth ghoul fueled with anger. A burning rage inside him, like a fire. Soon, he was by the creek, far from the ministry, the abbey. From his pack. He found a soft spot on the earth and let out a whine, his stomach folding in half from not eating. He started to cry.

His pack had forgotten him.

They had taken over his space.

He wasn’t there and they didn’t know.

Mountain was sick of it as his ears folded down, he started to cry.

And no one heard.

It hurt. It hurt him to be igorend. No one realized that with sunshine and aether leaving, he was just as affected. It was all either about dew or the new summon. Phantom. He seemed sweet. Mountain couldn’t blame him.

His head felt fuzzy. He drifted off to sleep, and no one would notice his absence in the common room. In the halls, in his room.

No one would notice. No one.