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.
