The cliffs were an exceptional upgrade from the moors. Regin had been thrilled to find that her mothers were going to move them to a new location. When they had arrived, the young siren had not found a single thing that was disappointing about their new home. At least, she had not found anything to be disappointed in at first. The absence of her brother still left her with a feeling of dread and guilt that she had not been able to clean from the back of her throat.
The siren prowled along the cliffs with her nose to the ground, searching for any sort of sign that she might be able to find her missing sibling. Valravn was spunky and wild in nature, but Gin did not ever think that he would purposefully go missing from their home. The longer his absence persisted, the more worried she became.
The siren prowled along the cliffs with her nose to the ground, searching for any sort of sign that she might be able to find her missing sibling. Valravn was spunky and wild in nature, but Gin did not ever think that he would purposefully go missing from their home. The longer his absence persisted, the more worried she became.
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from death to morning - by Regin - December 05, 2020, 12:02 PM
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