Meadow

A field of death surrounded the pair working their way through the meadow- cold winter had yet to spread the dry, lifeless grass with snow, and so it was only the bones of flowers stretching out around them, painted patchily with hardier green that struggled on through the icy bite. Heartbreak was ambivalent to it all, but Anathema paused to gently touch the dead, strawlike spikes occasionally, and when they did, their brother paused with them, waiting just ahead of them like an eager hound at the end of the leash. He didn't look back at them (perhaps in part because, as a rule, Anathema stayed on his blind side), but they could tell by the shifting of his ears that he was paying attention to them even as his pale head swiveled to follow the ghostly shapes of other creatures in the mist ahead.

"Should we go farther south?" they asked, their hollow, ringing voice muffled in close by the chilling fog. "It may begin freezing here soon."

"...No," Heartbreak replied in his gravelly growl after a moment, "much more than this and we may wind up in bachelor territory."

"Would that be so bad?" Anathema asked as they picked their way back to their brother's side to share body heat, though they already knew the answer, even before Heartbreak stubbornly tossed his head. He opened his mouth to say 'yes' but paused, knowing his sibling might not say anything but their eyes would speak volumes if he were to blurt out the first thing to come to mind without really thinking.

"...Not bad," he rasped at last, "just rushed. We have options right now. We should consider them."

There was a long moment of silence after that, Anathema decidedly not mentioning that Heartbreak was rarely the one of them that considered things and Heartbreak decidedly not looking at the look on Anathema's face that said so. After a dragging moment, they both continued on in unison- east, not south, though as they walked they brushed at shoulder and hip for warmth.