Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

Like Sylvas's, Sunspot's attention was soon stolen by the arrival of a young girl. The woman's eyes narrowed as soon as she saw her - for this child had been made in Grayday's spitting image, though her fur was lighter and her build slighter than his. And as soon as she appeared, she confirmed Sunspot's suspicions.

"Am I?" she asked, excited by the very idea. "Are you really Day's daughter?"

Without further introduction, the woman stepped forward and began to sniff over her brand-new niece, her tail wagging wildly behind her. Obviously she was. She couldn't be anyone else's, could she? Not when she looked like him and smelled like him and even seemed to talk like him, if Sunny remembered correctly.

"I'm Sunspot," she replied, her paws tapping an exited dance into the grass. "What's your name?"