Haunted Wood what do we say to the god of death? not today

When the white head of the boy poked out, her eyes immediately sought his possible head wounds and her ears were ready to pick up sounds of a parent. Nothing came - only the youthful voice of the boy that not just asked, but demanded her name to be given. Her eyes opened further, revealing their differing hues and giving her away. They were the brightest things about her; especially with the white that trailed around her eyes ever so gracefully. She smiled, inching closer carefully to his proud yet wobbly, fatty baby body that showed quite some promise, even in the dark of the night.

I am Nyx - The Night. Where are your caretakers? She revealed, asking a question not long after. If the child truly was alone... perhaps Aries would get a friend to play with.