Moonspear southern gothic

hI SRRY FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY MESSAGES

While Yama had never strayed from the mountain, she had still partially detached herself from the place as a whole since the deaths of her parents. Everyone’s lives changed that day but, for Yama, it was so much more than that. She had lost her family, her teachers. She had lost two of the most important people in her life and it had hurt her terribly; she had her brother, Arcturus, to help her through it but that was it. Ever since that day she felt a weight around her neck, dragging her down further and further, disallowing her an opportunity to breathe. All she wanted was for her parents to return—or to join them.

Per usual, the girl’s wanderings that day were aimless at best—she did that a lot now, just wandered around, mind and face blank. There was an emptiness to her gaze, unreadable because there was nothing there to read. She did not even notice how the dark mass in the distance grew and took on the form of her elder sister, and she did not stop to greet her as a result of it. Where Yama was concerned, she was alone and her lonesome path demanded silence.