Raven's Watch Dangling feet from window frame

Though they had released her from her chains to the Watch, the fire sister knew that something was up. She didn't know how. She didn't know why. She had never believed that the fullness of the moon had anything to do with things, but the starlight spoke wonders. The language of the sky was not something she understood. Solpallur had long kept himself at bay with the study, but his sister served largely to distract him from it.
The air was cold when the call rang out. Immediately, anger pooled in her red heart. It burned. She hated her brothers. They had tied her to this place, yet they untethered as though she was nothing, leaving with their sacred call. They were leaving together. Valmúa had been forced to follow the call on her own from the great north. Jealousy. Anger. Frustration. Inept fucking assholes to leave her there on her own. Now she would need to follow them or fend for herself. Kigipigak would be of no help. He called to be one with them, and at the sound she spat, missing his delightful company while simultaneously hating him.
The fire sister started to turn away. Then, angry, she spoke back. Howling sharp and short, yapping like a coyote. "Fuck you."