Lion Head Mesa to carthage then i came

she sees the young dark form and it gives her some hope. her sister, returned. it's not without a twist of the gut; the girl would come back only to find their mother dead, and revenge for her fallen form in progress. perhaps it's for the better, then, that it's not Asperas, but some stranger instead.

Avicus muscles her way toward the boy, realizing with some dismay that he's nearly bigger than she is even at such a young age. still, she gives him an appraising stare, a bark, and her nostrils flare.

he smells of her father. belongs here, then. but they have not been introduced.

she lifts her chin in inquiry, but no words come. she's become as silent as Astara, speaking through her blood and bones rather than her mangled tongue.