Bearclaw Valley don’t get lost in heaven, they got locks on the gates

true to her bloodline, astara's firstborn was an eerily silent child. drawn through the motions of new life by instinct, she lacked any of the rage, the shock, the joy of discovering the world.

this was not the only oddity of the corvid's second daughter; even at a glance, asperas was other.

unchild; revenant; changeling.

angular, serrated, more arachnid than child at first glance. the coil of her body was tense, predatory, lacking all the tenderness of vulnerable youth. no, asperas would never be that — could never be that. she was the moirai, weaving the blackened threads of fate; she was the erinyes, bringing scathing retribution to the sinners; she was the keres, feasting on the blood of the fallen. she was unseelie —

and soon, the world would learn to fear her.