Bonesplinter Ravine who thought she was a nightingale

the woman's revelation and words might've shocked another, might've brought about a furrow of concern ...but not scarab. this epiphany does not draw any sort of emotion except ...understanding. take comfort from knowing that you will, one day. lapis lazuli gaze blinks owlishly at her and then drifts 'round their surroundings, over the discarded dead, before it rests back upon her. life can be beautiful, too. such a contradiction, he is! speaking of the peace of death and the chaos of life only to shift gears.

the admission that her mothers are dead and it is these words that break scarab's unperturbed nature. it draws in a sharp breath thru gritted teeth. he understands that torment of loss ...for though both of his mothers are most fortunately alive there was a time when he believed it not to be so.

i am sorry. he speaks this truly. how glad he'd been to know that the suns of his life drew breath still, even if it hadn't been enough to bid him to abandon his spiritual journey to the ( believed ) underworld. there was a time when i believed my mothers dead. he admits, fighting against the sharp pain in his chest at the thought. i was fortunate to be wrong. but it does not escape the desertwitch's knowledge that such would not remain forever. eventually, anubis came for them all.