Stone Circle there are shooting stars behind your eyes

Noma’s heart lunges into her throat as soon as she spots Valette. Her ears droop back and she lowers her head, gaze averted, in an attempt not to draw too much attention. The less the leader was around her, the less likely she’d recognize her, and she an already feel the shame heating up her cheeks. It won’t be long, she tells herself. By the time she gains weight and fills out once more, Valette will see through her. She sighs, lifting her head a little as the woman speaks to her.

She nods a few times when asked how she’s settling in well, afraid to speak any more than she has to. If she’s already skeptical of what she sees, her voice will only add to all the suspicion. Noma licks her lips, slowly lowering her rear to the ground and curling her tail around her feet.