Jade Fern Grove find what you love and let it kill you

A lot happened all at once that made it difficult for Ocra to even begin to process. First there had been Elora, who took some convincing to know it was her and now Vihaan stands before her, just as confused but just as chipper as she remembered. She blinked a few times to look between her two siblings until Vihaan nearly blindsided her from the right. It hadn’t been a rough bump of his shoulder but enough to startle her back to attention and fumble an attempt over her words.

“What is…” she pauses, directing her gaze to Sriracha. She wanted to feel anger and throw the blame his way—which, he really ought to have told her about the new members—but how was he to know who they were? Either way, she feels something close to anger; irritation or frustration, maybe, but it was far too overwhelming that she completely missed what the Mexican man had been saying all along.

Her gaze shot from one to the next as the spoke before she realized she’d either missed the spotlight entirely or they were just moving along.