A Break From the Sun [Deathbelle]

Belle watched as her half brother finally quenched his thirst and sat back comfortably to converse. The Klein woman lounged easily, bright lilac eyes lingering on his dual toned form. ”...some things famine causes that you don't recover from." She blinked back the deep emotions and feeling of loss as he said it. Ana, Yvonne, their father… they were never coming back. Deathbelle swallowed hard as she tried not to weep in front of Harbringr like she had Roman.

Their conversation didn’t linger there for very long, Har shifted to her question. He hadn’t had much trouble but a few run ins. She didn’t doubt his ability to take care of himself, their father had taught him the way of tooth and claw just as much as she.

”I haven’t seen much. This strip of land leading up to the river. The desert reminds me of home.. in a morbid sort of way.” She offered in silk tones as hr eyes shifted to the horizon and sad thoughts of home returned to her. ”I haven’t seen enough to make up my mind on his whereabouts. Though I have been asking.” She hadn’t any bad encounters with loners, but none of them had been able to give her any information either.