For all their unfounded intelligence, Quillith and Mohrane could not, for the life of them, understand why Skullius was leaving, slowly getting whisked upwards by the beam of light coming from the flying island. The Hybrid gave them a solemn, sad look while manipulating space to keep them grounded. They would have kept following him if he didn't.
The way their giggles from only moments ago turned into deep cries of sorrow, their faces turning ugly as they tried for the first time to express a primal frustration ground down Skullius and Darwel more than anyone else. The Deities, Remos, Sause, the Sif, and the Heralds watched with pity.
Darwel reached for the boys and pulled them into her embrace. They kept crying, tears flooding from all four of their eyes, their tiny hands gripping tightly at their mother. Even with their anguish, though, they remembered one of their father's earliest lessons: they were not to harm their mother.
