Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

The air around Dinah turned forlorn; heavy, and Ana was too young to know how to hold this burden. She reached for another crushed flower. This time she chewed more slowly.

When the scarlet girl questioned her, Ana shook her head, hardly noting the touch. She dug her claws under the mess of crushed flowers and lifted a few of them; they stood, within the loosest definition of the word. All bent and torn, destined to die by day's end. She stared at them, understanding for the first time what it was to break a thing beyond all repair.

Tears filled her eyes.