The Fear of Falling Apart

Sometimes she wondered if the ghosts of Abaven’s past would ever stop haunting her. No matter how many times she had to share the news of Sparrow’s passing, it never seemed to get easier. Her coolness melted away at the wolf asked her name, explaining that he knew Sparrow, and of some Abraxa’s dude, make it clear where his feelings had fallen between the two previous rulers. She took no offense to the snappy tone he had taken when he explained his knowledge of Abavens borders, because she knew, she knew he had to be questioning the lack of Sparrow’s scent. Already his words made it obvious he did not know of her fate.

“Ashmedai Imperialis… you are a half brother to Rhyme, aren’t you?” she said, understanding lighting in her eyes in a flash of curiosity, before dimming once more. “I’m Shaye Destruction. Sparrow… Sparrow was my Cousin, and i’m very sorry to tell you this, but she passed away in an accident. The Abraxa’s do not lead here any longer.” she explained to him, sadness in her eyes, her heart still, still aching.