vespertilio

shit bricks, mark your calenders, i wrote a srs post.

Restless in the late hour, Echelon had long been pacing and exploring over what she could feasibly navigate. The Spire certainly had its charm to it, something that was perhaps a touch more befitting to them than the Spine had ever been. But she did not dispute over whether or not a territory was better than another, as all had their advantages and disadvantages. And perhaps truly they would not all of those things, as some were only learned by experience. Others were shown through progress and time. The possibilities remained endless, though there were far from her usual string of thoughts.

Of course, her thoughts were rather empty, up until Tonravik had called out.

And so she made her way there steadily, maybe not at all that far off from where the gravid issumatar lurked. She found her easily only because she wished to be found, and her approach was direct and warm. Gently behind her came the wave of her tail as she wove her smaller frame beneath Tonravik's muzzle, nudging at the corner of her jaw. She had missed her, but had also kept her distance on the urgent note that the life within her was bound and due any moment. Or so it would have seemed, but she hardly knew of these things too.

Preening her aokkatti's fur, her ease was evident. Echelon liked it here.