One who followed the gentle coo of his brother’s voices. They were close. He wanted to see the looks they shared with one another be shared upon himself. Wanted to mimic every given movement they made. Blood flesh and bone connected the twins limbs and mind. It was only a matter of time before he too bonded with their muscles, their ways. All of it, he would learn.
“Our dark.”
A last look to mother’s safe belly, and then the skeleton broke into the dark and disappeared just as fast into the oblivion. Nose to Hemlocke’s ankles, a sweeping tail that felt along the debris and rubble upon wet stone.
Bo is there one minute, gone the next. A raking noise of falling rocks crashing down. Only when the noise stopped did Tai seek the fallen brother’s eyes. So far away to a little child, and suddenly a mountain of distance separated them. When the desire came to follow, his feet did not move. What if then he broke into a million pieces?