Ankyra Sound even the earth no longer remembers

scarab gives reyes a passive look from the corner of his eye as he continues to fuss and arrange what he could salvage from his brother's wreckage noting as he leaves the hollow; but does not entirely leave the area. scarab feels like his heart constricts in his chest as he crumbles, shoulders sagging like a wilting flower in private as he noses a piece of broken bird skull. he can't explain why these things — for that was all they were: things — meant something to him. he wasn't even sure himself, if he was being honest. all scarab knew was there was a pull towards each piece.

as he crumbles in privacy now that his brother has vacated the immediate premises he almost forgets about reyes, easily caught up in his own grief. until his brother tries to lure him out of the dark recesses of the hollow with a bellow and entice of play. scarab is torn. he looks at his gifts: of the ocean and the earth and peers over a shoulder at the mouth of the hollow where reyes, ever determined, still tries to draw him out. the mention of the suns of scarab's life tempts him more than 'play' had — if there were any beings in the world that could lift scarab from a mood it was undeniably their mothers — but so, too did the idea of swimming. though, truth be told, scarab was scheming at the thought of how he might be able to collect some feathers lodged in the sand instead.

with a heavy sigh that causes his shoulders to rise and fall rather dramatically he deduces that reyes has no plans of leaving him be to wallow in the devastation of his destruction and shuffles out of the hollow. lets go. scarab concurs as he marches right past reyes towards the beach, expecting his brother to follow ( or take the lead as he seems wont to do ).