Bridges We Built

She did not hear her brother but she did smell him. A soft breeze carried his scent, the stench of insomnia was still new to her and so it stood out. As most scents do. Enyo sent Foberos off to keep watch, her bird letting out a single shrill to let her know a friendly was approaching. Enyo did not move but her face was a clean slate, the previous inner turmoil showed no trace as she turned to look at her brother as he lay next to her. His ebony pelt mixed lightly with her black and white one. Zephyros was one of the few she would let so near.

Despite their closer relationship, there were many things she dared not share with Zephyros. Enyo felt more bonded and had a deeper sense of understanding within her younger brother, or perhaps a stronger sense of siblinghood. Ever since the day she pulled him aside and guided him were they just closer than the others. She remembered that day, it felt forever but they were all quite young. Zephyros was not yet two and she not yet three. The more she realized this the clearer it became that these memories, despite their sense of distance, were really only months away. Putting her life on a timeline only filled her with more dread, there was going to be quite some time till she would be freed from her family. Only death could bring that.

Often she answered questions in her mind, but mostly she ignored her inner needs and wants. It was easier to maintain sanity by disregarding her

"Sometimes the quiet of night brings peace. The days are busy." It's nice to not be needed. To get away. It was one of the few times she could get away with doing nothing. If another brother had joined her she would lie and say she was keeping surveillance over the valley. Trying to "learn" and become accustomed to the land. In reality, she found much peace and beauty in Boreas. Especially the areas they were in, this interest in exploring the beauty was sparked by that obsidian beach Erebros called her to. Oftentimes as she explored she found herself mindlessly wandering about. Her brain was peacefully empty when she was alone. Operating like the machine she was, no thought no questions to ask.

"And what about you brother? Is sleep fleeting tonight?"



"SPEECH"