Young wounds

The tremors alone were proof that something transcendental was happening. Avalon was fortunate- the small earthquakes that came and went throughout the night did little to their fields, and only a small amount of damage was done to the various barns that could be found in their territory. Things shaken up, various containers strewn about, but the damage was hardly worth batting an eye at. It went without saying that she and Theory kept their children cooped up in their family den, safe from whatever was happening.

When the sun began to rise, the sky was painted blood-red. It was no doubt a symbol of His fury. Though Thalia didn't quite know what had happened- or rather, what was happening- but she knew she and her children would be safe. Wanting to scout the borders as soon as daylight began to filter in through the mouth of the den, she invited along any children who wished to join her. There was no reason to assume the danger was an immediate threat, though she'd shift her plan accordingly if anything changed.