Overture Downs something wicked this way comes

her ears pinned at his own grin- oh, but it were no smile! feeble hel, poor stupid hel had angered a sibling again. will little hel never learn? will little hel need her bright spots tugged raw anew?

dum, dum hel.

shrinking to desperate, desperate minisculity, advance stopped a good four lengths away from him, all parts coweringly tucked, coiled, hid.

pitiful, pitiful whimpers as lilebror renounced his self with such repulsion.

ears cupping forward when he needed explanation!

u-us, bror. soft and trembling. you, and us.

black. not black like white-bird says it. lies it. wrinkle of a snarl.

then softened to a face pleading for understanding.

svart like seed-feeding earth, like warm den after womb, like safe night where eyes are bright. hers grew wide and glistening. her tail rapidly sped.

svart! svart as life, as all colors at once, svart as svartravn- again, her grin. she tucked the bones away, lowering head.

as svartravn knows it.

can teach it.

a madness imbibed at mother's breasts.