Dragoncrest Cliffs dominus vobiscum

lafayette was not like sobeille or shadess—steely and resolved in the wake of violence. his strength came from love, and the same emotion that brought the tears from his eyes would be the one that would allow him to tear flesh, when the time came.

sniffling, he sat up and looked toward his sister, giving her a somewhat shaky nod. i know, he replied. we have to. 

they didn't have a choice, otherwise. 

the noise from above caught his attention, and he tilted his head to find the avian onlooker, watching them with an impassive expression. almost the polar opposite of the pale bird that had graced his dreams on the long night; he hoped that wasn't a bad omen.

sobeille, lafayette asked, not shifting his gaze from the vulture, what did you see, when we slept on de island? who came to you dere?