Her sharp green eyes cast downward as clear blue tears well up in them, each one spilling separately on her soft rosy cheeks, then hitting the ground as silently as it can, traveling into the stream where her brother lay. Peter. Where Peter lies. His forgiving blue eyes now forever empty. His once full lips now colorless and still. Her small whimper now a full out wail; the small trickle of tears a steady stream. She kneels down to her brother and leans in; to see if he is breathing. Hoping to hear the familiar mocking whisper of her name.
Veigh...
Veigh...
“Veigh?”
Veigh...
Veigh...
“Veigh?”