Redtail Rise hyacinth

the call might as well have been a shotgun in the middle of the night.

sunrise galloped with purpose, with panic she tried to sequester as she could see the shapes ahead. but all the noise is silenced when she sees her sister, her better half, clearly unwell. she did her best to not just barrel through her father and the berserkr, sunrise offers her sister a tender kiss over her brow, a low pleading whine in her throat.

'you are unwell,' her tone is a hushed one as if just for her sister to hear. pale eyes cast over her father and shadow, as if hoping they knew more than she did. with bloodspot being away, there was no longer a healer. one who knew the ways of ailments.

sunrise did not like this, not one bit. her concern grows as she moves to settle by her sister's smaller frame, tucking her into flame stalker's bigger body as if she was a child. her chin rests against her sister's back, as if hoping she might ease the discomfort alone.

for the first time, sunrise felt weak, useless. and she hated the bitter taste on her tongue.