your cryin eyes

”Motif!” Poem cried out into the canopy again, not certain how many times she’d repeated her sister’s name. Her pale form navigated the mangrove roots with difficulty, she wasn’t sued to this kind of terrain. What time wasn’t spent calling out for his sibling was spent making sure she didn’t fall into the mud or water below her. ”Motif!” She called out desperately again, willing the form of her sister to materialize before her. She missed her, and her heart hurt with worry for her.

Edgar clung to her shoulders as she pressed on, tears threatening to overflow onto her cheeks. It had been weeks now that Motif was gone, Poem felt like she hadn’t slept since the night she left. The young Destruction girl couldn’t understand why her sibling hadn’t told her where she was going, her mind returned time and time again to that question. It led her to believe Motif hadn’t left of her own accord. ”Motif!” She called out as loud as she could. Motif had to be out there, she had to hear her.

Poem lowered herself onto her haunches, finding it easy to do so on the thick root beneath her. Dark ears fell to her skull as she looked down at the water, noticing the changing color of the sky in the reflection below. The girl looked up through the canopy, realizing it was getting dark and she was far from home. Her raven wouldn’t be much use sooner rather than later, and neither of them saw the pair of eyes watching from the shadows.