Fox's Glade It was a perfectly good grand piano

Arlette had never really believed in the stones, and especially when her connection with her mother soured she felt less inclined to be around the stones. Her mother was always there it seemed. Now her brother died, the girl just felt like she was suffocating in Easthollow. She rushed out of the territory as soon as she could. The girl could blindly navigate to Kaito's grave. He was buried by the tree next to the stream. It was the same tree where Kaito had been bumping his head to the branches. Arlette always sat on the other side of the stream, just like how they met. How she wanted to protect Leta from him. How silly.

Her ear twitched when the male approached her. It was her brother. She disliked that he approached her from the the wrong side, her ugly side. Now she couldn't hide it away. Still the female dipped her head that he was allowed to sit by her. The girl just looked ahead, towards the base of the tree where he was buried with their children. She inhaled softly. "You have probably many questions," she commented. Basically telling him to be out with his questions. Because she didn't really know where to start and what he wanted to know.