Bearclaw Valley the spectacles

astara had played her trick, and now, she watched as infant one tumbled down into infant two; chaos ensued.

despite her role in unseating avicus, it appeared aventus earned the brunt of the little red girl's rage. astara watched her in silence a moment, troubled by the dangerous familiarity of avicus' delicate pelt. someone else had been that color once -- she wondered, if merrick cared at all that his dead mother lived on in his children.

her attention focused on aventus now, who despite the bludgeonings of his sister, answered tit for tat with a thick growl. perhaps it was not only indra who lived on in her daughter -- astara smiled to herself as she watched aventus retaliate. perhaps, a little of her mother lived on in the boy as well.