It took little more than a moment for her dark son to appear from within the den with a small bone clutched in his mouth. She smiled pleasingly at this, he was bright in his own way and while Eden has sneered a bit at the boy’s violet eye which was glazed over with blindness she was prouder still that it had not slowed his development at all. Her children would not be weak and her blue eyes shifted back to the entrance of the den in question of if his sister would be following him before he asked his question. She offered him a light smile at his idea, perhaps a bit more entertaining than what she had planned, but it was in her nature to be flexible when her intentions were missed and it no longer bothered her. Bending down to nose at the hollow bone and then nip at her shadow’s ear in a bit of fondness she nods her assent at his proposition. What a challenge it would be, a project for mother and son.

Picking up the feathers once more she placed them inside the lip of the dens mouth so they wouldn’t be lost in the wind, motioning for Enoch to do the same with the bone. Her gaze then sweeps out over the tall, dry sand grass considering what else could be used to create their bird. Stepping forward she picks one of the blades of grass, yellowed by the sun and waves the tip of it above her head like the plume of a partridge, looking at her son for his agreement that this would do and waiting to see what else he could find.

It was one of the most trivial things she had done in a long time, typically more serious in her ways, but it was worth it to spend the time with her quiet Noctis. He would grow too fast she was sure.