Bearclaw Valley Lead our woes asunder 'neath the proud, proud veins

@Ameline and/or @Ancelin <3

Amneris strengthened under the care of the two who had come to the valley. Ancelin. Ameline. Their names bore an unmistakable resemblance to Amneris's own, and those of her siblings. She took this to mean that they were family; they were the same.

She sought them now, carrying two more bones from the skeleton Athalia had found. Rib bones, both; gifts. A sort of wordless thank you, for they would never hear it voiced aloud. Amneris remained a silent and immovable child. The bones clicked together as she searched, and she found comfort in the rhythm of it.