Dragoncrest Cliffs There is no justice, there's just us.

After the storms passed, there had been much healing to be done for the young gona. Everything had settled like a big, heavy weight afterward, one far greater than anything she had ever fathomed before. She mended her cuts, her scrapes, and soothed her sorrows for all that she could knowing now that their mother would never walk among the living and that their enemies nestled comfortably nearby. By the day, it seemed to get easier; she just kept busy when she could, trying to keep to patrols, her continued training (without irritating her healing), and not think too in depth about the everything that had happened recently.

When her brother's voice came calling through the cave's dark, she lifted her head and peered blearily towards the sound, of his voice and pawsteps. Hei.. hei.. she returned, splitting her jaws in a big yawn. Opalia had been not quite napping, and neither entirely motivated enough to get up and going again yet after her rests, so she had been stuck in the limbo of a hazy half-asleep in-between.

Her brother could serve as a good change of pace, she thought, but wondered what was happening.. and if she ought to be worried. Had her slacking for the moment been a mistake? What's going on..? she asked back in tired tones of trigedasleng, beginning to draw up her legs to prop herself up better—at least her front half for now.