Stavanger Bay It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done.

The young gona kept her ears slicked back as she felt the weight of their news settling, and as their sister's expression shift accordingly as she drank in it. She hated to be the bearers of bad news like this, one heartbreak after another, but felt this necessary for them all--so Dalia could know what had become of their family, and so Dacio and herself may continue to cope, heal, and move forward; they had seen the last waning days of their mother before she had gone missing, and then Drageda as its cornerstone in Heda sank to the bottom of the cliffs. Somehow, this simply felt like part of the process for the youngest pair especially.. simply something that must be done. It was that attitude that helped her survive and gave each day with her chin up.

But, she gave a little hint of a nod. Indeed, their mother was gone and her eyes stung at the thought, and everything she wished she could have done before. Neither was she prepared to grasp any apologies for that, or what had befallen them and Drageda at large.  Quite frankly she didn't know what to do with it. She had hated it all at the time of course.. each time, over and over when grief pulled her down, but now that she was adapting to a life removed from those aches, it was now just a part of her--no matter how foul. 

Dacio's chill wasn't lost on her, either, and perhaps that was what suggested her next words to be little cryptic. We still had something to do here, she added when finding their older sister was definitely part of this, but not all. Why here--for you? Why.. Stormrift? she asked in return with the claim's name strange on her tongue.