Naudir gratefully accepted her sister gentle smile as she tried to think back. How long had it been since Yfir had disbanded? She could not remember, but it seemed a life time. Were they the only two left? She felt her ravens stir and in a flash they'd flown up into the nearest tree branch to begin preening themselves and waking from their nap. Naudir turned back to her sister and sighed. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps there was a point to this silence. She nodded slowly. "It pains me to say so but I agree. My dreams have been all but silent and filled with little more than fading mist and feeling. What I do have I cannot remember, what I can remember bears naught but shadow."
She could feel Branwen gazing at her softly but she would not rise to meet the birds gaze. "What do you think should be our first step? I don't think it's in me to raise Yfir. I don't know what else it is I should be doing."
