Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

Yami didn't want to go with her brothers and that was not surprising.

And it was uncomfortable.

Dirge lingered on the fringes of the enusing fray, his jaw set in an even line that betrayed how laxly he trailed them, how difficult it was not to intervene. He didn't have the reasoning to intervene and knew it, soon aware of how easily it was to be caught in the violent, rolling tide of emotions. It caused him to back off further if for nothing else than to observe and continue to fight with every signal to pry Revui from his sister. He thought he could handle the shark-toothed yearling, but certainly wasn't willing to find out if he could handle two of them.

Instead he wondered what it was that had made her disappear in the first place, and why she was not so overjoyed to be reunited with her siblings. It was the stir of emotion there, at least for himself, that he considered quitting the scene altogether to let them squabble over it themselves. He didn't have to watch something he didn't agree with, though perhaps it was those very actions that had set her loose from them to begin with.