Swiftcurrent Creek Black & gold

Her brother's frail weight presses against her, and she rests in the warmth of his body. He is not as warm as the light which sometimes floods from the upper world down to the underground, but Helios is far more familiar and far more comfortable than the light.

She closes her eyes for the brevity of a second, before she is transfixed upon the world once more - so different, this upper world is from the only home she has ever known. The dove shifts and tries to turn a touch of her nose to grace her brother's cheek - a quiet beckon to hurry on. If they rest here too long, mother and father will find them here and surely pull them back to safety - so Polaris wiggles out from beneath her brother's weight and beams him a glance, a mischievous light across her face, and fully expects him to follow.