Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

There was something about the subtle hitch that picked up in his gait, something in how much more streamlined every step became. Maybe it was the less than subtle pull back of his lips that made Dirge realize that this was to be no ordinary crossing of paths. Even the girl's reaction bred unease. The guard hairs along his spine prickled as he came to realizations uneasily—Revui was not just running up to pass on greetings. Maybe he should not have been surprised by the brutish display the yearling was set on offering, as after all he too had gotten the same treatment.

”Revui!” he called after him, his tone sharp as stones. Ever the outsider in this situation, he was unaware of just who it was that the boy faced. He knew of his missing sister—knew quite a lot about his family, in reality—but the connections were far from being made. No, it was the reaching maw that forced his hand and sent him towards the hulking side of the yearling. Revui's distraction was the perfect, if not the only opportunity he saw to give the poor girl a chance to breathe. Whatever happened in the wake of that, well...