The Gaoler was lonely, she wasn't used to being lonely. Her brother was always by her side, where was he? Where were the fireflies? Why was it so, so bright? A somehow familiar voice calls out from the trees, "Hey! What's wrong?" Hortensia looks up, meeting eyes with a Golden Gaoler. "You kinda look like me," Hortensia would say. The Gaoler of Gold would smile. Hortensia learned her name was Zari. Hortensia was excited she got to have a sister. She hunts with her now, she makes fun of her now. The two of them look for their brothers now.
Hortensia remembers a Gaoler of black fur and blood red shards, they looked unatural against Eirwyn's shaking form. Hortensia doesn't know what happened to Eirwyn, only that it left her shaking and dying on the floor of their jungle home, elements of the Shade all around. Hortensia didn't ask, Eirwyn didn't tell. Maybe in time, she'll learn, maybe in time she'll live up to the Blue Angel name.

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