Sawtooth Spire What will it take to make or break this hint of love?

Something roused Nyx' little blackbird. Likely shoved by her sister's movement, she emitted a soft groan and turned her face away from where her snout had been pressed to Elke's pale furs. She scrunched her face and attempted to will sleep to return for her, but when she did not doze instantly she parted her jaws to protest.

In all her wailing in demand for a parent's attention, she failed to notice the bleakness of a brand new world through freshly-opened eyes.