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She watched his expression change but in her current state of mind, she didn't care. Azure, the one who had tried to kill Resin for wronging him, was chastising her for thinking out loud. What a hypocrite. She didn't want to kill their mother. She had only suggested it as a joke and she didn't care who heard her. It was how he haff handled his problems in the past and she found the humor in it. Pity that he was too full of himself and his position to realize that.

Azure's aggression ran right over the girl. As he huffed and left the clearing, Aslatiel began humming a happy little tune. Moving to where the skull lay on the ground, she hooked one curved claw through a painted eye socket. Turning it to face her, she pretended that the skull was talking. "Hypocriiiite" she made it say in growling tones before tossing it back in the pile of bones at the base of the tree.

Dropping back to her side in the grass, Asla rested her head upon the side of the young antelope with the broken legs. She continued her upbeat humming, tail swishing happily to the beat. The antelope was no longer breathing.