Obelisk wakes slowly, as he usually does, blinking away the dust and the sleep that have gathered in the corners of his eyes. He feels the stirring of his brother nearby and groans low in his throat, shifting his weight as though he intends to go back to sleep. He hears the clacking and clattering of Cher, but this is not so different from their usual morning routine that he does not think anything of it.
That is until he hears the urgency in his brother’s voice.
There is another groan as he shifts, opening his blackened eyes slowly, focusing them on him.
He casts a glance toward his sister for a moment who is still, thankfully, resting quietly near them before he looks toward his brother. “Okay, okay,” he grumbles as he pulls himself up, heaving his coltish body to his feet, already heavily built for his young age. When he notes the tears, he just angles his head slightly.
What would have his brother so worked up so early in the morning?
It’s then that he sees the mouth opening.
The peeling back of his face.
“Huh,” is all he manages, a hoarse exhale more than anything. “That’s new.”
turn your head toward the storm that’s surely coming along