Beneath Ceaseless Skies 411

The Wicks Whisper: Without Mom, it’s shocking how alone I feel, even surrounded by my nestmates. I’d give almost anything to talk to her again. I do talk to the unlit candle, like a crazy person. I whisper my fears toward that small lump of ornately carved wax and dream that it smokes to life and teaches me newly learnt wisdom of the universe.

Linden Honey, Blackcurrant Wine : What a fool to hope for more than silence—to think she might be welcomed, much less forgiven, after all this time! Irena stands alone in the heart of the grove, where she has never stood alone before, and lets disappointment settle like snow on her shoulders.

Eleanora of the Bones : Eleanora loved the ossuary best as evening fell.