Bearclaw Valley pelagic

off asperas skittered, a being of sootdust and anger; merrick kept his eye upon her until she had gone. "i hope one day she has the words that her sister does not."
merrick smarted at his own mention of the red girl — blood flower where have you gone — but he would not shy away from any memory. as much as aventus, asperas, apophis: avicus belonged, and in the spirit of her mother, that unsaid melonii glinting which merrick had never understood.
as much her mother as her brother.
he jerked his head toward the borders, wordlessly moving away.