As they approached the house of Kallisto's father, Bianor felt the tension radiating from the girl. Something was wrong.<br/>Kallisto started running to the house and he jogged over, still not sure what was wrong. She then rushed out the back door into the garden, following just behind her she stopped suddenly just past her he could see a body laying there, slumped on the ground.<br/><br/>As she knelt he moved and stood behind her as tears washed down her face, he put his arm on her shoulder to steady her.<br/><br/>"Why....why" She repeated, half stuttering as the emotion poured out, she slumped forward and cradled her father in her soft arms wishing him to wake.<br/><br/>Bianor walked around the garden to see of any sign that would explain what had happened but none was there.<br/><em>Heart attack</em>he surmised. Turning back to face Kallisto he moved up to her knelt down and looked at the body. He had seen death before so it did not phase him, in his 15th year his mother passed away through sickness, watching her slowly dwindle away had numbed him, his emotion and feelings bottled away.<br/>He brought his hands up to move her hair out of her eyes, he dark locks glistening in the last rays of sun where tears had soaked in. She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes, her emerald pools. She looked so vulnerable, so alone.<br/>He helped her up and moved her into the house and sat her down on the floor, he moved to the hearth and got a small fire working. He sat down next her and she fell into his arms, nuzzling into his shoulder crying, in the distance he could hear the festivities starting.<br/><em>"How can they carry on without knowing what has happened" </em>he thought to himself.