-Dawn approached, and the elf sat before what was the remains of a great pyre. She could not move, normally bright, silvery-blue eyes now reddened from the tears that had also stained her cheeks. She truely hadn't the heart to move, but forced herself to her feet to prepare the grave for her sister, for her twin...the one who's conciousness always remained with her...and suddenly, she truely felt alone.
She worked long and hard, until the sight was cleared. Fending it off as well against scavengers and curious beasts.
She had no idea word had already spread of their victory and loss, and so when Ghaleon's party would approach, they would find the huntress..sitting once more in that same spot she had the night before-