Light it up

The shaking of the earth had kept her up all night. Despite her mother's insistence they stay close to home, Gilda would not be contained. Pythia seemed pretty switched on about all things spiritual, at least, compared to some her siblings, so she had nosed the pale girl northward, keeping close enough that her sister wouldn't get lost, but allowing the blind wolf to stand on her own four paws all the same.

She could smell familiar scents ahead, their dad, Sag, Sid... She didn't want to get caught out of bounds, so she skirted to the west of the trail, eyes growing wider at the tinge of the sky and the spikes that ominously jutted upwards.

Gilda wasn't sure why she whispered, but it felt in her bones like it was the right thing to do. "The sky's all red, like blood... and there's big spikes stickin' outta the ground..." A minor aftershock rocked the earth beneath their paws. Did the obelisks grow taller, or was it a trick of the light? "What do yer reckon is goin' on?"

"speech"