How Many Have You- Have We Lost?

Pheasant glanced around at the others - wriggling Umber, silent Sora, nervous, twitching Marsh - as if she would rather die that replace them with unsibs who weren't her own brothers and sisters.
"How many have you - have we lost?" Clay asked.
"Two," said Reed. "You, and our sister Crane, two days ago in the battle by the cliff." He nodded in the direction of the waterfall. Clay's insides twisted as he realized one of the dead bodies he'd flown over had been his own sister. 
"That was our first battle," Sora said softly.


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