Sea Salt & Sugar // Marble

[Sibyl]

Sibyl

a splash of promise

A hush has fallen over the island, and Sibyl has been left to her own devices.  No one will explain to her what is happening.  In their search for the solution to their terrible problem, they have looked right over her head - not because or any ill will, but because she was inconsequential. She could help best by staying out of the way, by keeping an eye on her little brother. By diapering when things got bad.

Or at least that's how she saw it.  

But tonight she needs someone, and her mother has eyes, tears, and words only for him. So Sibyl is forced to look elsewhere, to find the one soul she knows will never turn her down, who feels her pain as deeply as she does. As she steps into an otherwise dark meadow, she is drawn the the glimmer of starlight reflecting off her sister's pale coat.

"Marble," the word comes out of the yearling in a whimper as she approaches, and for once her steps are soft. Sibyl knows it isn't right to ask for this from her; the older girl had always been so delicate. But Warrick's youngest daughter is lost and confused, and the only thing she understands is that her father, he is dying.

And still she can not bring herself to his side. Even with this knowledge, she is afraid to touch him; to come into contact with the blood that will tell her the rest of his story - the awful, terrible, end.