Young wounds

Astaroth didn't understand what was happening, not that she was expected to. But her world was suddenly being disrupted; the tremors that shook the whole world throughout the night were frightening, even if she didn't want to admit it. It didn't make sense to her- were they in danger? She'd asked mother, but she brushed her off without much of an answer. She certainly didn't seem afraid and though mommy seemed a little on edge, it didn't seem like she ought to worry unless she was told to. Her moms would always protect her, that was what they were there for.

Nodding eagerly at Thalia's invitation, she scrambled out of the den after her, not caring who else joined them. The sky was like nothing she'd ever seen before, completely red, brighter than even her mother's coat. She'd seen the sun casting beams of light across the sky, sometimes pink and orange and yellow, but nothing of this intensity. Her jaw slackened slightly as she hurriedly followed close behind Thalia. "Mother," she asked after a moment as they headed toward the Orchard. "What's making the sky look like this?" Her question was said with a bit of hesitation, knowing sometimes mother didn't like being barraged with questions.