Sinkhole Abyss — For Her Eyes Only [p][m]

It was interesting in how the lamb, upon seeing Caedwyn approaching, suddenly ceased it's loud bleating. It was almost like it could sense the atmosphere, the purpose of it's existence. It shifted uneasily, and yet as Caedwyn approached, not a single sound was uttered. Caedwyn stepped past her, brushing his coat against her own. Enya shivered as the intensity of the moment thrilled her to her core. Her heart beat faster as she turned herself to watch Caedwyn. She listened as he spoke to their Goddess, pronounced their devotion to her with their offering. She watched as her marrow moved with such strength, such precision, and before the lamb could even finish it's final cry, it was silenced and bled upon the alter between Caedwyn's jaws where he held the offering firmly in place, despite it's struggling.  Only when the lamb ceased it's struggles did Enya's gaze finally shift from Caedwyn to the prey he held between his jaws. She watched, still, as he lifted the lamb upwards and towards the sky. It was no wonder Tsillah looked upon her follower so fondly. He, then and there in that moment, looked like the definition of Tsillah's beliefs and teachings. She regretted ever doubting his choices and decisions. There was so much she could learn from him, if only she would stop to watch and listen.  When Caedwyn lowered his head with the lamb still in his grasp, Enya stepped forward but did not reach for the lamb. Instead, she looked down to the pool of blood between them. She lifted a paw and then dipped it into the red liquid. It was still warm, and it took all of her inner strength not to feast on the offering they had brought tonight. With her toes heavily coated, she lifted her paw up to Caedwyn's face. She made a mark from his forehead to his nose, then one under each eye, reapplying for each stroke. Then, gingerly, she traced the scars on his face. As she worked, she made another prayer to their Goddess, "Tsillah, bless us with the Will to push forward, with the courage to stand strong, and with bravery unmatched. In return, we will be your shepherds of the mortal realm. And, when the time comes to face you..." Finished with her work, she looked skywards once more, "We will be ready."  A cold swift breeze suddenly gusted through the sinkhole, shaking the foliage that survived within the depression of the earth. It gusted exceptionally strong, pushing her fur in all directions and making her brace herself. Through the gust, she looked at Caedwyn, a look of wonder lighting her face. Then, just as quickly as the strong gust had came, it was gone. Once the leaves settled their rustling, silence settled across the sinkhole.  Enya exploded with excitement, prancing and dancing around the alter and yipping happily as she did so. "Caedwyn!" She shouted to get his attention, even though she likely already had it, being that she was the only other thing here right now. She paused in her prancing-in-a-circle and stood ready for a fight. It was habitual to her at this point to fall into such a position when she felt this exhilarated. "I think that was a challenge. Don't you? She heard us. She saw you, standing there with the offering between your jaws. She saw you! She's proud of you." Enya was absolutely not a Seer, and yet she spoke her words with absolute confidence. "She liked my challenge, I think. I think she's eager to see the fight we give her." Enya's tongue flicked between her jaws.  Was now the right time? She had been wanting to try something, but had been too shy to ask Caedwyn about it. With the energy in the air, and with the celebration... "Caedwyn," she started, a tinge of anxiety in her tone. She stepped towards him. "Have you ever flown before? Not in a dream. Really fly. With wings." She hoped the answer was no, and she prayed to Tsillah that the answer after that would be yes. "If you could, would you fly with me?"  "Speech."