Blackfeather Woods my star has left me to take the bitter pill

astara resented being called a thief. against her better judgment she remained frozen, allowing averna to step towards her. she did not agree with her sister's opinion of where the bones belonged, and it showed in the harsh bite of her narrow aubergine gaze.

our mother belongs with us, her glare seemed to convey; already a current of hackles rose along her back. this is not our home anymore. she refused to leave the only artifact of her mother behind - if anything having her home stolen, and then her mother's bones stolen in the same day, seemed unnecessarily cruel to the nightcub.