Northstar Vale …when it's not your turn

Antigone had left and the girl wanted to do nothing but wade in her own sorrow. She remained quiet as she tended to her chores through the past days. It was as if Saleem and Sylianos were her small beacons of hope for the passing weeks. The strain to her mother's body was not forgotten by Zulema amidst her grief. It prompted her to get on her feet, help in the ways she could.

Zulema took full advantage of Ethan's lesson, heading back to the den with a rabbit. The catch was not clean, blood streamed along her chin with no shortage of dripping making a trail behind her. The gnosis peeked in, letting her eyes adjust to the lighting before entering. She offered a nod to Arsenio as she placed the carcass by the denmouth to not overwhelm the space with the smell.

❝Morning,❞ She whispered, fondly looking to the twins.

Zulema stepped away to clean, eyes moving between her father and the boys nestled at their mothers side.

❝What color do you think their eyes will be?❞ She remained quiet, gaze now remaining on Saleem and Sylianos.