Silverlight Terrace you're a taker, devils-maker

the feeling of being caught of guard shook her down to her bones; the breath she was holding let go once she laid her eyes on chickadee. galana knew who the girl was, but she didn't know her. she decided it didn't have to be that way!

she felt no lingering guilt when she looked into the green pair of eyes. it was a pleasant change, time or space shared with her family lately filled galana with shame.

❝it's been okay, just feels weird.❞ the fur that pricked along her spine from the flash of surprise smoothed over and she offered her a smile.