Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

Her sons were watched by Dirge.

Her daughters both disappointed and intrigued her.

She followed, mutely. 

Babe. 

A call like death to most; perhaps a call that was such, to the more witless of them. She swallowed a snarl—wondered who death might be meant for. When an answer was provided, she asked herself if she had her answer. Even Hydra knew you could never befriend Death, arrogant though she could be. She was not fool enough to believe that. 

Mintaka though? 

Fool enough for them all. Her hard stare lingered on her the longest, she found. She did not believe in reincarnation. Souls, she presumed, went were they were ought to in the end. Her father, the stars. Her mother, the mountain. 

Korei Julia was dumb enough to mess it all up, though, wasn't she?

I killed you once; I would do it again. 

Let it be the last time. 

As her gaze lingered upon Almight, she swallows the imaginings of it; death was death, was it not?... mutely, she watches on. Waits in the distance, her gaze narrowing.