The Gargoyle and the Princess

"We're going," Dusk spoke with a growl of authority towards her larger sister. Was there ever a time that the Gargoyle of The Hallows wasn't decked out in armor and weaponry? Maybe when she was sleeping, but she was definitely awake now and so the dark armor and Whisper were in place. Dusk looked serious and severe as always. Today, she was very, very serious.

Bramble had wanted to be a member of the Hallows council for as long as she could remember. Unfortunately, her sister was a little shy and seemed to doubt herself in this area. Dusk had no idea why Bramble hadn't talked to their father, but today was the day.

With her relationship moving forward with Sitri, Dusk was coming into her own. She felt a sense of assurance that she hadn't felt in her three years of life. The anxiety was slowly melting away with Sitri's constant love and support and Dusk had begun thinking of the future. What did she want in life? Simply to protect The Hallows and those within it. As such, she had begun to think that she would also like to join the council.

"Come, come," she told her sister, giving Bramble a bump to her shoulder. "You'll be fine and I'll be right there with you." The dark lady shot her blue and teal marked sister a reassuring smile, then waited for her to prepare herself. Today... they were making big moves.

"Dusk Carpathius"