I know she is here - with mother, I assume, though I do not find myself prying immediately. Eve is...different to others though her differences have likely become more pronounced the older she has become. I do find myself curious about her - she is the closest to Blackthorne it seems and I even hear she holds quite the position of power in the swamps. But nonetheless, she is my sister and if there is one thing I know of her, it is that she is unlikely to betray her blood. Mother ensures that. What mother desires of us, we can seldom completely ignore.

But it does not mean I do not wait just a little impatiently. I expect she will come to me - she hasn't had the opportunity to say she was correct yet, after all. Had she not sworn in her youth to become a leader? In any case, my waiting seems to be over soon enough as her scent departs its entanglement from our mother's own. I, ever the dutiful brother, follow towards the darkening shoreline.

I hardly feel the need to greet her as I see her in the sand - she is stark on the dark backdrop, as am I as I come to her side with an amused smirk. I suppose that in itself is a greeting, no? "Soror, I call her sister rather than any other name, "I cannot help but notice Iromar's name remains unchanged." I speak our shared language - had she not sworn to rename any place she took under her paw? My brow raises before I take a seat beside her. Equals. For now. I do find myself wondering if Blackthorne has sent her here for a different purpose or if she still retains her free will. "You saw mother?" This question is more...earnest. I do wonder if she sees the same things in mother that I do - the greying of fur, dulling of senses. I remember the cloudiness of Heyel's eyes. I wonder if Eve sees it too.