One day you'll be here alone

It was by chance that she happened upon Mortis as he sat forlornly on the plain. They saw one another in passing and she always gave him a smile, but they hadn't spoken in depth in a long while. They had their own lives now. Their own interests and friends. It was easy to avoid speaking when you were off doing your own thing. This though, she couldn't ignore this.

Coming up beside her massive winged brother, Aslatiel sat and leaned against him, placing herself within the protective embrace of one large wing. She pressed her cheek against his leg and sighed. "Talk to me, Mort." Her ears were open for him. Maybe she'd talk to him in return.