[P] briny funeral

[Siavax]

tags: @Araxes @Torstein @cynix // code © inkbone
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The pale ivory and dark obsidian of the boy's skin pressed against the ivory and violet of his brothers, Cynix's light push met with one of Siavax's own. As soon as his brother was off towards Araxes and Torstein, Siavax was in hot persuit at his heels.

His side tenderly helped steady his mother, and a lump formed in his throat as his brother asked if she would be OK. Would she make it? was what Sia really wanted to ask... but he knew better. Instead, he just followed his fathers steps and headed off towards Denocte.. where hopefully a healer would be awaiting them.

[Araxes]

ARAXES

tender heart

Araxes had no thoughts really, save for the way she could hear her heart in her ears. Every step was slow but certain, and her mind was a foggy blur. She could hear the voices, but not process them, even as Cynix pressed more to her side to aide her walking, along with his brother. Together, the four of them could move, and she let her head drop slightly, low hanging as she moved, attempting to focus.

All she had was pain, and she wanted to simply curl up in the warmth she had with her now, and rest, but they made her walk. She could rest when they reached their destination, surely.

aaaand we are done!