Redhawk Caldera i hit the sunday matinée

she had not slept either.
not a wink, and not inside the den. teya had laid outside in the open air and seethed to herself. these arguments could not keep happening.
she felt bruised. her love for reyes had not dwindled. it had not become less. it had only become something tangled now, and its new form kept her returning home each night.
the raven recalled the anger in his eyes and shut her own. she lay her head back upon the soft grass and —
his voice. reyes. again. there was a surge of irritation and then worry. teya sat up and lifted her ears. there was terror in those tones.
she had fallen asleep? had she dozed off?
teya was running now, stumbling — she saw reyes splash into the lake and then, farther out — "oh no, oh no, sorana! sorana!" the scream was visceral, and at the edge of the bank the violet performed a neat leap and splashed after them both.