Liora's chest tightened as if she'd been choking on something that refused to pass through, the world before her turning blue.
Tears streamed from her cheek, the horrendous grief engulfing her mind and leaving her with just its crumbs.
This was all in addition to the blood that caused the air to embolden with the smell of rotting flesh, although she hadn't either the time nor energy to trace her mind elsewhere.
"Mom!"
She ran forward, tripping on herself to land directly on her knees.
Her hands ran through the pooling red in front of her, water rushing down from her eyes to exemplify her blind stupor.
Lyra's hands covered her mouth, tears welling in her own eyes as well. She'd been inebriated in shock not only by the corpse of Rowan's mother, but also by the unnaturally emotional Rowan, his hair flecked with red once his knees had slammed into the blood to cause it to splash upwards.
