Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

Anathema sat among the trampled flowers. She made soft clicking noises as she studied them. Her sister was angry, very angry. But why? Ana wondered where she had gone.

She would come back. She always did.

So the darkling did not worry. After a time she picked up the torn remnants of one of the flowers and started to chew on it. It soothed her. The taste of her sister's anger. She would remember this.