Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

she relished the icewater's kiss, the sharp intake it forced from her lungs. a rare laugh gurgled from her throat as her sister slid into the water alongside her. a wry smile slipped across her narrow muzzle and with a large heavy of an angular forelimb arunik'ra sent a splash in eshamun's direction, though it was deliberately misguided as to not assault her countenance. like eshamun, arunik'ra just wished to forget their deportments, their duties -- and for a moment in time enjoy the extraordinary life molech had bestowed upon them.