Die with a smile

Araxina grumbled with distaste at the strange sky and weird goings on. She couldn't help but be excited despite her outward expression. She looked up, up, up to the tip top of the spire, her mouth slightly agape. She couldn't help but imagine a grotesque body skewered on the rusted sharp end of it.

She brought her attention back to their mother, her ears flicking back and forth as she considered her words. She curled half her lip with a tsk and disbelieving breath. Everyone knew she was momma's favorite and she had no fear whatsoever. She silently puffed out her chest at the thought. Her mother would never abandon her, let her siblings fall behind and be disowned.

Xina slunk along the path and drew herself closer to one of the towering spires. A gross face was etched into its base, she drew close enough to it stare into its glittering terror-struck eyes.