Bearclaw Valley They'll cover the hills with their sweet flesh and soft nails

Amneris did not mind their mother's absence so much, if only because a mother was a concept entirely inconsequential to the girl. She recognized Mira as other. But Athalia, Ashkova, Athamas — they were like her, and thus far more important than any of the others. Athalia most of all. It was this similarity which led her here. Here, alone, only the two of them.

She blinked hazily at her sister's appearance, greeting her with a slow, serene smile as if they'd never been separated. Athalia beckoned to her. Amneris was content to follow. Her gaze drifted from her sister, however; taking in the trees and the sky, the darkening of clouds above them which she had begun to learn promised rain. Oh, she did love the rain...