Hideaway Strath It’s not that serious.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Unremitting cacophonies of noise swarmed about her skull as a hive of angry wasps, sibilating in their restless moans - but even with this throbbing in her head, the Poltergeist did not cease her watching stare. She was cognizant of every whisper of skeletal trees, every shudder of leaf-corpses, and, amongst it all, she was conscious of a second sibling, who weaved his way through the shadows to place himself at the celestial's sides; Vehem. It was her blackened, arachnid eye that trailed his shadow-steps, that pit of unforgiving, seething ebony. Hum regarded this accompliance with only a dusting of her unearthly vision, but she did not cast him away into the depths of this foreign world; he had chosen to crawl alongside them, a spider of their web...

...but there were more predominant matters at play. Her surveillance was required elsewhere.

There was an ephemeral moment of heavy silence after the brothers slipped free words to the wind, where the summoner's infernal gaze arched over the untamed wilds - absorbing every detail she could serve into her mind's stomach; but then, it was her own lips which chose to part. "We must hurry." Her voice was that of silk, low, steeped in sybilline smoke. Ethereal. The keening grew to stentorian tongues, thunderous screeching of terror and fury. "They are restless." In other words: she was tired. Her brain was worn from the ceaseless noise - she cared little whether her brothers were perturbed by their own coffins of silence.