Ancient beings
[Rasvien]
The sun had long set, the dining hall awash in lengthening shadows that swayed at the flickers of the candelabra. The atmosphere was thick with discomfort. The occupants of the long table were not the usual loud and boisterous owners of its seats, but instead there were only six of them, with the two being entirely new to the place, while one had just recently come to dwell here.
The other Ravens, including Ashton, had long retreated to their own quarters, choosing to have dinner there as they sensed the uneasiness that was thick in the air that came along with their guests.
There was the tension that refused to subside between Ras and Galen, and there was also the grim expression that each and everyone on that table had worn. Silence had ruled them over for a good ten minutes or so, and none made no move to speak. It was as if every single one of them had running thoughts on their own: How the hell were they going to start looking for Rosie?