Phoenix Maplewood LII

what did she want?

when their pale eyes meet, sunrise brushes her cheek to his, an affectionate rumbling. "to be with you and mother." there was a dormant feeling of dominance to keep claim over her home, the very place she was born in. but she was young, and her parents grow older. the rise had been claimed by the bear, and soon the war cry of a red storm would be heard as loudly as a lone elk bugle in the night - a bullet to pierce the ears and shatter one's mind. "the rise was never ours." the way that shadow and bloodspot walked, even red eye and vulture -- they held the insanity in their blood, perhaps by birthright.

she'd not bury herself, nor her parents. no one was going to die through her vanity. she looks to her father once more, an anxious tongue runs against her teeth, shaking her coat to release tension."i want to be safe."

her father has fought the long fight, it was his duty as the hunt lead and perhaps one of the few weathered, adult voices of wisdom the rise had. she'd not let him die in vain for her selfishness. and perhaps through this clear minded-thinking, sunrise begins her true path of becoming an adult. stoic, like her parents, and calculating where teeth never clash before thought.

she wondered how her sister grew during this time.