Moonspear and like the wind, they rise and fall

pretty backdated to be just after that really sad ass thread.... anyway.... !!! (for if u wanna come be vague with me lil bro for a bit while i deal with all this)

Nothing was ever going to be the same. It hadn't been long yet.. this he knew absolutely as he wandered through the haze that came afterward, only once he had finally been able to pick himself up enough to go on in autopilot. A light was gone for him, two of them. Suddenly--without warnings he had been able to perceive--and with such an awful finality that no part of him had been prepared. He stuck by the feeling even now that the dust had settled and he had done his sobbing into their furs and bloodied scene--whining and whispering everything he forgot to tell them and how much they had meant to him. Now he only felt like some empty husk, exhausted, and just plain sad as he drifted over the nearby slopes.. on guard, hurt, and ruminating.

It was peculiar to him how the sadness of this magnitude of this had drawn some of his siblings back to them.. yet even Revui remained absent, evidently seeing fit to leave just before this went down. In truth, he was jealous of him for this ignorance, same with Yami and Korei too even. They had no idea what had just happened here, and what their world had lost. He didn't understand how it had worked out this way, but he was grateful for the returned presences even if the timing was brutal on their behalf.. so that was a large part of why he was leaving the sisters (the trio especially) alone for now as he loitered near to be sure many others had dispersed, or at least done what they needed to do by now.

He knew vaguely enough that @Arcturus had not been far, too. Maybe he shared the sentiment, or could with a little help from him. Jarilo only knew he couldn't leave them there.. it was too low, too sparse, too.. unsettling now. He had to do something, and sooner would make it better--or waiting would make it impossible, he didn't want to really imagine; it was awful either way. The ideas were half-formed still, and the gumption to actually do anything was not quite all there yet either, but he had to--for the sake of his noble parents, he wasn't going to rest knowing they just lay rotting in the open like carrion so someone had to, and he had somehow stepped into that role.

Jarilo could faintly smell distant rains, and urged by this, he turned in earnest down the last stretch of trail leading towards where they had fallen. All the while, he went trying to steel himself for what was the next step.. and one he dreaded outright.