“Something isn’t right. I feel it.” said the High One, pacing back and forth in front of the face of a white, large, sleeping beast and trying her hardest to keep her calm composure. 

“She’s fine, Your Grace,” began Pravence, “If someone plans to awaken her brother, we would know, would we not?” 

“We would only know once we see the effects of her brother’s wrath. Other than that, we wouldn’t know in the slightest unless told.” answered the High One, stopping her anxious pacing to pet the enormous beast. 

“If it would make you feel better, we can go to his tomb to see if anything has been tampered with.” Ayane suggested. 

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“No,” denied the High One, “Just keep an eye on her.” she ordered, now rubbing the beast’s nose. “Do not hesitate to inform me of her behavior as she sleeps. It could be of great meaning. You both know the devastating effects of her brother.” 

Ayane and Pravence nodded their heads up and down as they watched the High One walk quickly away. 

“I doubt anyone would ever try to awaken her brother.” Ayane stated, eyeing the large creature as it exhaled and twitched in her sleep. 

“As do I,” Pravence said, adjusting her outfit of woven leaves and twigs, “but the High One’s senses are never wrong. Remember when she sensed something was going on in Arglor all those years ago? She’s connected to Lyrid just as much as the rest of us, if not more.” 

Ayane dropped her smile and moved her curly blonde hair from her face. 

“As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.”