Dragoncrest Cliffs We’ll make the mainland by noon

Étienne seemed to sense her heartache- it was something they shared together, this loss. She leaned her head against his shoulder and remained that way for some time, crying softly. She let the tears trickle down her cheeks and patter against the ground. 

She wished there was something they could do. Some way to speak with the birds and send them out in search of the eagle that had taken their brother. 

With longing and loss in her voice, she tilted her head back and sang out, her voice a siren of pain and sorrow, wishing there was some way she could sing her brother home.