Delphine
Sunjata and Nate had made her a little bed on the governor's front porch, pillow, blankets, and of course her bright pink bird. She slept restlessly, tossing, turning, and crying in her sleep. Her hair, so easy to get messed up and tangle, was tangled into knots, some of Poe's feathers had found their way there as well.
When she was found, she'd be found in a mess of blankets, hugging the pillow to her face, which was covered in dried tear streaks, and fresh tears. Her sleep had been full of nightmares; except these were not dreams, but play-by-plays of what had happened to her children, exactly as it had happened.
The porch was the nicest place she had slept, though, in quite a while. The cave certainly hadn't been a nice place, but that decision had already cost her, in more than one way. Poe was glad for the wide, open skies above him and the freedom to fly because he was grounded in the cave.
Remi
When she was found, she'd be found in a mess of blankets, hugging the pillow to her face, which was covered in dried tear streaks, and fresh tears. Her sleep had been full of nightmares; except these were not dreams, but play-by-plays of what had happened to her children, exactly as it had happened.
The porch was the nicest place she had slept, though, in quite a while. The cave certainly hadn't been a nice place, but that decision had already cost her, in more than one way. Poe was glad for the wide, open skies above him and the freedom to fly because he was grounded in the cave.
Remi
Let me make you smile, darling.
