Blackfeather Woods watch you sneer at me

She knew, very well, that Maegi would not like this. No adult's gaze (that she was aware of) securing the location of the cryptic children. Her ghostly brother didn't need to speak to convey the thought. Something soft vibrated in her throat as she aimed to step back just a touch and lean against him. Small eyes sealed shut as she listened to the world around her. The music seemed to shift with every passing second. Different birds, different trees creaking with the wind, leaves shaking in greeting.

Sakhmet had to pause from her listening to gaze at her ghost. Did he hear everything the way she did? Did it move him the way it moved her?