I don't know where this comes in the timeline. Its not a very good excerpt and I apologise for the quality. I just need to put something here right?

Gale was shouting at Storm again. Tempest just watched as Storm eventually got irritated at his older brother and walked away, not before shoving him hard with his wing, scratching him across the arm with the talons. "Bastard." He muttered, loud enough for Gale to just hear it.

Storm walked past her, not noticing where she stood, she; with her wings just barely developing at puberty, still could not understand the derision the common folk had for those whose wings were crippled or broken in any way. Gale just stood there, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to conquer his emotions. His right wing; the unbroken one, was unfolding and folding again, the left wing, the same as always, rigidly still and unmoving at his side. She was twelve, still a child with the tiny nubs that were to be her wings poking at her shirt. Storm was fourteen, too full of himself after he had spent a year in his uncle's company. Gale had just turned eighteen and was not at all used to this new Storm who had just came back into his life.

"Tempest?" She heard his voice coming closer and just tried to press back into the wall, hoping that he wouldn't come closer. Gale was always difficult to deal with after he fought with Storm. She had caught him crying once, her oldest brother, crying like a kid after his last entanglement with Storm. "Tempest? I know it’s you there. Come on out."


~ink

Labels: GST, unchaptered