Hoshor Plains yesterday's been laid to rest

mona had noticed sebastian's lack of a tail belatedly; she was mulling over how one might get along in the world without a banner when the gruff voice of the semi-stranger addressed her. nathaniel answered; the lips that had parted to answer his brother found a small smile. "it's a pleasure, sir," the girl offered before her eagle had turned to other things.
as usual, the soldierly creature was succinct, his cool tones masking what mona knew to be pain. resisting the sudden desire to place her paw alongside his, the mayfair was silent, her murkwater eyes musing o'er sebastian and how he might respond.