Foggy Bottom Way long dark

She sat adrift. He could read it, though she did not speak it. It stirred up a deep recess, boyish thoughts trading in for what he must become in his brother's absence.

Gaara had chosen this path for him, but Brac did not resent him. It was no secret his eyes had always coveted the mantle his brother once held.

Gaara did not whisper as Brac did. His ears did not catch the soft murmurs spun by the stars.

This one has seen, he swept alongside her so his hush could be heard over the static of the waterfall, this one has heard the whispers sealed in starlight. Excitement and fear pricked the length of Brac's spine, alighting his belly with fire.

This one knows little, but Candle knows. Cavetreader has seen the way she watches the water. He trembled. This one must know what cavemother knows of the Final Dark.