Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Perhaps it had not been to defend her brother; perhaps it had been to protect her former desires to touch her brother - make him love her as she had loved him. She had been confused, ignored, and Atshen had been one of the ways out. It was shameful to think of what she had tried to force upon him, making her feel worse in the process of thinking and wandering. It was as if she was not in control of her actions - that everything was just her clashing against others as if she were some bouncy ball. She hated it - she hated being toyed with. She wanted to run - why couldn't she?!

The sounds of swift footsteps stopped her - the slight flopping sound and his call perking her speckled ears as she slowly turned her head. Over her night sky back did she spot him; her brother, a gift laying at his feet. Her mouth was in the shape of an "o", eyes wide like never before. What was he doing? Was he not supposed to hate her? His face revealed nothing, something that did not alarm her - he seemed to only have two different moods: Angry and acting as if he felt nothing at all. Nyx knew better than to call him a heartless monster though; he was simply a spoiled brat that, apparently, was handling life well.

After a few seconds of dead silence did her body follow her head, turning fully to face him as the shock wore off. She knew not what to think, knew not what to feel; how had he learned how to hunt? When? Had Miraak taught him? Nemesis? Father, perhaps? She inched closer, daring to look in his flaming eyes like so many moons ago. It was funny how she couldn't remember him with blue eyes - it was as if he had been this... dangerous from birth. She knew this not to be true, but still.

Atshen? She questioned softly. What... what are you doing? It was the first time her words came out unsure - shocked. Was this some kind of trick? Something to make her care?