Bless the spirit of our dead

I will not bow, I will not break;
She still couldn't believe her brother was gone, she had failed to protect him from their most dangerous adversary yet. The giant worm had eaten him with a sickening fervor, the sounds it made as it had devoured Vayne had twisted her stomach and scarred her mind to the point that she would vomit if she did think on it for too long. She blamed herself for not stopping him in time, for not protecting him, for not throwing herself in front of him. Atreyu didn't understand why it had to be her brother to go, after all they had lost you would think the gods would take a bit of pity out on the Morningstar clan. He hadn't even made it to his second birthday! She found herself full of anger at Kiska and Cudros, for it must have been their plan and their worm that took her brother. Spotted tail lashed behind her as she made her way to where she could hear Oath's voice coming from, carrying her own collection of marijuana and psychedelics they could use to aid them on their walks. Each of them would probably want to take part in a walk with their brother, he would surely be busy tonight.

Jars clinking in her satchel as she lay it at Oath's paws, taking up the other side of him and offering a sad smile to Fairytale as she tried to help comfort Oath. Repeating the verse her colorful brother sang, Atreyu's voice rose and ebbed with a comforting sort of warmth to it, though the tones would bring a tear to anyone's eyes. Her song wasn't only for Vayne, but for all of the ancestors and the ones they had lost last year. She ran out of words, only able to howl sadly and softly to the statue that represented her downed brother. She looked over as movement caught her holographic eyes, catching sight of Petra as she brought the doe in. Moving to help her sister, Atreyu then makes her way to sit beside Petra and leans in to press her shoulder to her spotted sister's in support. They had all lost something, but they had gained something in the process. Vayne had left behind the impression of his personality. His quiet security, the way he looked after everyone...It was a sore loss they suffered, but Atreyu knew now she had to hone the skills of her band. Vayne's death would not be in vain, not while she had breath in her lungs.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'