now the wound breeds life

When his nose presses to her cheek, Lumine lets out a sigh of relief. Her muscles visibly loosen as she returns the gesture with a nose of her own to his neck. No matter what storm they would experience, they would always be siblings. Blood would always be thicker than water.

She had not always been concrete in her belief of the gods and ragnarok like her brother was, but she couldn’t deny its plausibility with what she saw before her. Overnight, the moon had disappeared and spires had reached for the sky. Now, here on a different continent, the earth was creating these winding rivulets as if water was pressing up from the underside.

How were they to make sense of this? Her brothers words send a shiver down her spine as she looks at him with narrowed gaze. “So dramatic you are,” she teases, but she knows he’ll see the truth. Had ragnarok come for them? “I always thought father told us those stories to keep us in line, but now I’m not so sure,” Lumi admits this after a brief pause of silence as she waited out the next tremor beneath her paws. It indeed was quite unsettling…