Moving toward the twin trees, the very ones that bore the Shimmerscale graveyard, the dragoness carried another. Her sister.., Renna, it seemed, she had killed her with kindness.

Not with a war as her sister had always wanted. She never had hated her sister, in fact, she loved her very much, digging with a forepaw as she clutched the corpse, perhaps in death, her sister would find peace.

Kneeling, she lowered Renna's form into the ground, right beside her father.

A slight smile as she pushed the soil back into place.

May you find peace, sister, peace that you never knew, and say hello to Beatrice for me, a whisper.

Hopefully she would be reunited with her daughter.

A stone then rolled into place, she carved out the epitaph herself.

Here lies Renna, beloved sister.