As they passed through one plane of relaity to the other, Laighean could see his brother waiting on the other side. "Looking grumpy as usual I see?" The young man greeted , chuckling with amusement.
"I suppose this is your method of handling things?" Draven chided with a scrutinizing tilt of his head.
Laighean took a step back. He didn't care all that much for his brother's attitude. What in the Guardian's name was his problem?
"Laighean, when you rushed after your sister, I thought you meant to protect her from danger, not lead her into it."
The usual joviality that could be found in his eyes were immediately extinguish, replaced by a look that was as icy and hard as this world they existed in. And where were you? He thought bitterly, fighting the urge to become nasty with his brother. He didn't wish to dampen his sister's spirits with petty bickering.
Fortunately, he need not say anything. Fiona stood up for him. A good thing too because the words he'd prepared himself to say weren't very kind.
Fiona frowned at him, clutching the flowers closer to her chest. "Laighean came to protect me, Draven. You can't be mean to him for that!" Indignantly, she added, "No flowers for you!"
"I'm sorry, little sis," Laighean told her gently, placing a hand on her shoulder lightly. He was also at somewhat of a loss. The curse obviously had something to do with it and he pondered what he'd felt on the other side. It had felt so good, but deep in his soul it felt like something was trying to pull him apart. Was that what his sister had been referring to when she mentioned him becoming 'unraveled'?
"Draven, I think Fiona found a way out of here. We passed though a barrier of sorts and on the other side...the world is alive. " Part of him grew excited by this prospect but the other part of him was filled with trepidation. What if the Guardian knew? What if she was angry? He didn't like to think about what would happen to them if they invoked her wrath a second time.