Bearclaw Valley sisterhood

Time and time again, Sesi was flabbergasted by Desna's confidence - and her naivety. It was as though she had been born without the haunting images that filled the less confident sister's head at night - lines and colours depicting death, destruction, and mayhem. Her mind invented creatures that no eye had seen, mashing those she knew into grotesque hybrids that chased the family around and around the green little bowl they called home.

And here they were, tempting fate and hoping that those creatures weren't real. 

Desna sniffed the fox trail, but was quick to move on. Sesi followed, sniffing at the mushrooms briefly but finding a nest of busy ants a little more interesting to look at. Tiny bodies rushed in and out of a hole in the ground, carrying all manner of supplies. Gearing up for winter, no doubt. Sesi let them be and moved on, eager to be as near her sibling at all times - just in case. "How you know if they gon' be mean?" she asked, scrunching up her face in confusion. were you just supposed to guess? "Dey got a.. a sign?"