Silvertip Mountain sometimes it makes me wonder why i even bring the thunder

above all, she is tired. first, she'd thought her brother had left of his own accord, as he had when they'd been alone with the stranger. that knowledge had dragged her to new uncertainty and a sudden, paralyzing sense of helplessness. anger, too, but she felt that so often and so constantly it didn't feel new. and then the knowledge that someone had taken him, and the emotions she felt twisted and redirected themselves. this much uncertainty and instability coupled with her youth and impressionability made her thorny, wary, exhausted and totally unwilling to let herself rest. 

and so when her mother ran she was at her heels, forgetting her brooding isolation and moving beside her. and there was Drago, limit and cut up like the prey Verx would bring back in the early days, except this was her brother. she stood rigid, unwilling to near him entirely, for suddenly he seemed fragile and liable to melt away should she come too close. her chest was tight and the air was heavy, oppressive, and she said his name but it came out a ragged scream. in the flurry of emotion that came she settled on the most familiar one, and let it fill her before realizing she had no outlet for the blind fury that filled her. and so she stood, trembling, entirely stiff and bristling with vacant stare set on her brother.