Ramera listened to her sister. She hadn’t objected to Ramera’s secrecy, but instead allowed her to push the subject to a later date. Ramera noticed Anora eyeing the fortune she’d received. However, Anora surprised her with silence, and instead continued on to Ramera’s question revolving around the dead’s actions. 

She hadn’t surprised Ramera when she revealed that the dead had used some form of formation. Ramera actually found it kind of interesting. Perhaps there was some form of natural responsiveness that was conveyed when they acted in a society. She closed her eyes, attempting to destroy her thought process. She couldn’t help having some form of interest, it was just at moments like these that it was apparent, her relation with [i]that[/i] man. However, the continued voice of her sister cut through her thoughts and brought about a different matter entirely. 

[i]A man, with the whispers of a trap fresh on his breath?[/i] Not only that, but she’d seen two children in the car with Clo by the wall earlier. [i]Could the children be? Or, perhaps the man is some sort of signal, or has a transmitter of sorts? [/i]Ramera dismissed her thought process quickly before she became paranoid of everyone stepping foot into Paradise. She’d been tasked with the protection of Paradise from outside forces, not internal ones. If worse came to worse there were those who could do their duties inside Paradise. Sometimes a lack of thought was favorable; this was most likely one of those moments. She needed to focus on her upcoming fight with the horde, distractions were unneeded. She stared into her sister’s eyes; they had unease about them. The look Anora had, it was like some sort of toxin. Ramera could feel her sister’s unease quickly clawing into her mind and gripping her. 

Ramera watched her sister as she turned back onto the rocks, continuing shifting through them removing the useless ones and separating the usable into a different pile. Suddenly she stopped; Anora’s gaze was directed to the fortune lying, separated from the rocks in the center of the room. [i]Ah, there’s the sister I know and love,[/i] Ramera thought to herself as Anora spoke, telling her that naught would change, reminding her of their promise they’d shared as she gripped Ramera’s shoulders. Anora had always been so much better when it came to emotions. She showed a natural caring to people that few others possessed and could quickly calm her frayed nerves. Ramera was quite the opposite, she rarely was able to control how she thought and displayed hostility to most others. They were like the two sides of one coin, bound together, but eternally different. 

Ramera stood as she watched her sister intently as she dragged the mat out of the shack. She extended her wings, rotating them whilst doing so to allow her to gauge their feeling. “Aww, they’re still a little sore from some of the rounds I’ve made,” She whined to her sister uncharacteristically. “Ugh, I can’t go on!” She said, teasingly. It was quite apparent she would do her duty even if her wings had been ripped from her body. She would fight to protect this Land, bent or broken she would do her duty and live to see the next day. She continued watching Anora as she prepared herself for her duty as one of The Harpies Of Three. Perhaps there was a trait that the sisters shared among them.