Really short, sorry. We can close here if you want.
This time she didn't argue. She didn't want Ezekiel to suffer the stress of dealing with an esteemless sister alongside the death of one of the children he was supposed to protect. Others might have blamed her as she blamed herself, but he did not and there was no reason to change that in him. Crimson eyes remained fixed upon him as he dragged the corpse away from their lands. They deviated only at the appearance of the birds, something she found distasteful despite Ezekiel's familiarity with them. She hated the ravens. She'd hated Marlowe. Dark eyes closed and her body turned away, trying to keep hold of the young boy in her arms. He was rather heavy, after all.
Silence fell over her as she made her way toward the caves that she called home, directing herself toward her brother's instead of her own. They would have to tell their father, and their grandmother; she wasn't eager to deal with that. A sigh passed through her jaws into the air as the natural garden was left in the distance behind her. She felt ill.
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