Broken Antler Fen In a beautiful world

While Maia felt uneasy about delivering news about their brother's untimely demise, Wraen was surprised to feel nothing at all. It was a fact of life - people were born and people died - there was no way of changing that. Yet she would have epxected to feel at least sad for the death of Terance, but she had not seen him for the last two years. They had grown apart even before that. Name aside, he had become a stranger to her, their bond had been severely weakened - mostly of her own decisions and choices in life - therefore now she was sorry that he had passed away, but that was the extent of it. 

In order not to appear totally cold-hearted, Wraen sighed, left her post and came to sit next to her sister. She nuzzled the fur on her neck affectionately, leaned against her to be there, if she needed comfort. "I am very sorry, Maia," she told her softly. Sentiment was real. Not for the dead, but the living, who was mourning. "What about Sarah - was she still there too?"