Moonspear for the life i took from you, my king

it took the child a moment to collect his senses -- he did so slowly, carefully -- a squint in his gaze as he registered what had happened. how it had happened.

the dark sibling had done it -- he was sure of it -- while he could not say how, he could say for certain she had. more of that sorcery bullshit, if you asked him.

yet, any scorn or resentment he might have harbored was as flitting as the dropping in of a butterfly -- particularly as he saw her whimsically rise and prance off, presenting him with the well-worn, tattered, and treasured hide of some bygone creature. delighted by the prospect of play arcturus instantly rose to attention and stalked after her with a little growl. he clamped his thin teeth on the dried membrane and tugged with as much force as his body could provide -- which, in all retrospect, was not very hard at all.