Anora’s confusion was apparent to Ramera as she was committing her strange antics. However, the face of realization that dawned on her face cooled Ramera, down through her to her fingertips. She could then see the wheels begin to turn in Anora’s head. And thus, she joined into Ramera’s antics.

It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to break out into laughter. Anora was one of a few whom she would ever show this side of herself to. Moments like these were rare and few between. Special moments like these held a close place to her heart. This was the side of her that she refused to show anybody else. A side of her that cared deep down, and thus it was a side that was weak.

Anora’s laughter halted and her gaze snapped away. Ramera followed her gaze down to the man referred to as Jacob, he’d launched some form of green orb down close to the gates, and his arm had begun to expose the pure white of his bone already. Ramera walked to the edge of the wall, eyeing the remains of the shambling dead. [i]Tch, we let our guard down for a sec and they already close the distance. I should’ve known, nowadays not even the dead get rest.[/i] 

Ramera watched her sister as she began to throw the make-shift knives into the scattered dead. Anora had much more skill when it came to throwing knives; none of the dead were close enough for Ramera to hit with accuracy. However, Anora hadn’t made much progress, now that was a problem about the knives, you could only manage targets individually. Someone like Jacob however had much more diversity with his ability. She turned in the direction of Jacob, about to voice an idea to him before her sister cut her off, yelling his name out and grabbing his attention. 

At Anora’s request Ramera joined her off the side of the wall. Ramera extended her wings before pitching left to avoid being too close to Anora’s herd. When she found she was at a good distance, one far off from Anora’s group, yet still within Jacob’s range she landed, centered between some of the scattered corpses. “Goddamn, this is always unpleasant,” she whispered to herself before cupping her ears with her hands.

She pulled her wings in front of her and brought the flat of her wings together. She pushed the two of them together and with a resounding screech rubbed her metallic wings against one another. She could feel every movement, pushing through her down to her toes. The feeling was unexplainable and the only comparable sound was that of nails on a chalkboard. The nerves in her wings seemed to wail in protest and her entire being felt like she was being pulled to the ground with each vibration.

She pulled her wings apart, feeling herself pitch off balance while doing so. It’d worked. She could see the corpses stumbling towards her with their awkward movements. She pulled her aching wings above her head drowsily and pushed herself into the sky fast and hard. It felt like irony how moments ago she’d been complaining about aching wings and now her time of reckoning came. They weren't unbearable, nor would she let them hinder her flying, it was just extremely uncomfortable and the after effects still made her feel unsteady.