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For Tammi. This is set for late afternoon.
The crow (who had, she now noticed, turned completely black in the weeks since her return) led her home. She carried the stuffed animal in her hand, and its weight seemed to grow terribly. Ahead of her loomed the den her sister lived in. Though she did not fear, for fear was all but unknown to her, she felt dread because there was no telling what Tayui might respond with. After their last conversation, no part of her doubted that something had changed in her silly sibling since her time here.
For one terrible moment she considered saying nothing. Turning away and letting things remain buried, let the child rest and let her mother believe she had gone off to a greater world. As if reading her thoughts, the crow turned to her, and though he did not speak, she understood. This had to be done. Swallowing the doubt she closed the distance between herself and the mouth of the den. “Tayui?” She called out, her voice lacking the bite it usually held. There was no time for her self-centered arrogance now. It was not her place, not when she had just buried her sister’s daughter.