Jade

As the crimson hues of the setting sun gave way to a dark void across the plains, Enyo moved with purpose. Her piebald figure is a striking contrast against the rolling plains. Her eyes scanned the horizon, her mind restless and vigilant more than ever. Even her muscles were more tense since her strange and deadly encounters with the giant worm. The land was haunted by uncertainty, Enyo's instincts told her that peace would not come for quite some time. That she would need to adapt to survive.

High above her, Foberos let out a shrill cry. Her wings sliced through the air as she swooped down and away. Enyo recognized that call—it was one of greeting, a cry of recognition that her falcon only offered to Erebros' bird. Enyo's eyes followed the bird and spotted the familiar shape of her brother in the distance. His hawk perched nearby. Upon seeing Foberos, the bird took flight toward the other falcon to greet her.

Enyo picked up the pace, her brisk walk turning into a trot. Her eyes squinted as they dialed in on Erebros, her vision picking up something unusual in her brother's posture. His broad frame seemed weighed down, and his high head was held lower than usual. Even his stride seemed less assured. The pensive expression carved into his face was unlike the calm and controlled exterior he typically displayed.

Enyo frowned softly, her curiosity piqued. She tilted her head towards her owl, Atromitos, who silently began circling overhead, massive wings flapping softly to keep watch. Though no immediate threat loomed, the plains were too open for comfort. Enyo wouldn't let her guard down, knowing what lurked below the surface.

She quickened her pace, her heavy paws pressing into the soft grass until she was within speaking distance of her brother. "Erebros," she called, her voice carrying easily over the open air. As she approached she studied him, "Τι είναι αυτό που σας κάνει να μοιάζετε σαν να παλεύετε με το βάρος του κόσμου?"

She stopped just short of him, her usual domineering stance was tempered with rare concern. "Σε έχω δει θυμωμένο. Σε έχω δει συγκεντρωμένο και σε έχω δει ανήσυχο. Αλλά αυτό;" She gestured subtly toward his face, "Αυτό είναι διαφορετικό. Τι τρέχει? Πες μου τι σε ενοχλεί, αδερφέ."

Her gaze held his, offering him the space to speak.

AND SHE WAS HIS SWORD

"GREEK"
"SPEECH"