Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

caiaphas had already mentally prepared herself for some boring introduction she would be swift to forget -- only this introduction clawed her heart and she fell back with a startled and half-stifled cry, her countenance pained by the revelation. lasher.

she had attempted to bury her memories of him long ago -- and occasionally they washed up in the shores of her conscious, dredged by some idle passing of an old place of theirs, a feather, some twisted and gnarled branch. even the luschyon trio occasionally evinced distant memories of his face, for she knew their father had been part of his covenant.

she was quick to regain her composure, but the slip had been evident. brusquely she sought to cover the lapse in her cold stoicism. "he's dead, you know." she stated matter-of-factly, though even announcing it still caused a grave lance to her heart. it was obvious that mona had known of his passing, for she had mentioned she was likely the last of his offspring -- either way, caiaphas assumed the coldness of her utterance would at least prevent the young girl from feeling as if she had the upper hand.