Foxfrost143

"Absolutely ridiculous that I let you drag me to this childish party alongside you Omen, remind me why I agreed to this once again, if you'd please?" Dullahan sighed out as he took very aggressively pointed steps alongside Omen and his younger sister Vana. Swallowing a nervous noise, Omen went to reply, however was quickly shushed by Vana's outburst alongside him. "Big brother was too chicken to go alone, so he reached into the bottom of the barrel to find whatever poor sap owed him a favor to accompany him to this party. Rumor has it, it's because of a certain specific tall drink of water 'Who Shall Not Be Named', by the way." Vana made exaggerated air quotes while elbowing Omen in the side. "Watch your tone, Vana. I'm not excited to have been dragged along either..." Dullahan itched the tight sweater wrapped around his form. "But did you have to insist on wearing such a silly outfit for tonight's outing, and then demanding that I match you for the event? Is this really how

Seraphine sneezed as the wind carded through her feathers unpleasantly. Sniffing and redoing her scarf to sit more tightly around her neck, she quickly padded around the forest trees down the familiar pathway towards the ancient grounds of the floral graveyard. Kebs of all shapes and sizes brushed past her with offerings for their long-past family held delicately within their hands. Seraphine glanced down to the small satchel she'd packed at her side, hoping that her planned offering would be enough. In comparison to the grand displays the other graveyard visitors had brought, hers was feeling more meager as the time passed. Settling down in front of her family's garden patch, she neatly wrapped her tail around her body and began using her magic to light a few candles strewn about the place. As she brushed past the plants, they gently hummed with magical energy along with the breeze whistling past them. After the preparations had been made, Seraphine sat down in front of the patch of

Omen nervously shifted from foot to foot as he brushed the tangles out of a feeding mare's mane. It was an overall quiet day on the ranch, the summer heat of the desert beating down on the other with little hope for respite to be found amongst the shadier areas. One would normally find no particular reasons to be stressed out under typical circumstances. However, since his strange encounter with Rome the other day, Omen had been on edge in particularly every way. He meticulously smoothed out the mare's mane, picking out tiny dried leaves and twigs to pinch and worry between his thumb and forefinger, all while perpetually nibbling at the inside of his cheek. "Sup bro?" Vana popped her head up from the next stall over, causing the groomed mare to snort and take a step towards Omen, bumping her large flank into his chest. In turn, Omen nearly leapt into the air in surprise, hand slamming over his heart to calm it's suddenly erratic pace. "Trying to hide something? Why are you so easily

As the months passed and Kaia became more and more worried, she found herself spending far more time in her den, away from others in seclusion and loneliness. Her emotions quickly deteriorated and became a mess, this much was obvious to Summer every time she came to visit to check up on the other's condition. "I've seen enough." Summer stated one day out of the blue with conviction, around 2 months after taking the other for an impromptu spying session on Maria's ship. "You need to stop doing this Kaia, it's not good for you at all!" She spread her arms out, gesturing to the trashed parchment paper laying all over her writing desk. "I only ever see you swimming by your garden to check nothing is dying before returning home before lunch time and not coming out again until the next morning. Are you ok?" She asked with a concerned tone as she gripped one of Kaia's forearms in her own. The other looked up from her pillow blearily before suddenly shooting up in bed and clutching her