we act like there’s no karma anymore

The obsidian brute had been gathering some quite hardy plant life when the sound of an approach caught his attention, his gaze lifting and directed over to the source of the footfalls.

Caedes observed Yarrabelle's approach with a mixture of analysis and detachment. Her stride was purposeful, her gaze fixed upon the horizon with a hunger that was quite like her. As she drew near, he acknowledged her with a nod, his voice a rumbling growl that echoed through the crisp air.

“Yarrabelle.” The scarred man greeted, his tone without inflection or warmth – though not due to any ill will. “Forgive me for not seeking you out for a proper reunion.” Caedes rumbled out, emerald orbs taking in her appearance with a clinical edge to it. Of course he had to give her a once over, what kind of cousin would he be if he didn’t take care of his kin?