Moonspear kaunaksriruk ⦿

more words stirred him from slumber, but these came from a voice he did not recognized. immediately curious as to who the voice belonged to, acrux rolled from his back to belly and wiggled himself free from the confines of the ulaq. there was mother, sister, and a face he did not know. and yet despite the unfamiliarity he knew instinctually that she was family. 

he rose to brush against his sister, offering a nudge to her shoulder before moving on to sit neatly next to mother. there was where he remained, focus set on the figure he did not know. she felt warm and cold all at once, as if the candle that held her spirit had been extinguished by a great wind.