Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

eshamun sighed as arunik'ra's slender form danced into the water, rolling her eyes skyward upon seeing the lash of fins downstream. "i should say you have," the melekh remarked with a grin, lunging into the shallows after her sister. with a dash of her paw, she hurled a wave of the life-giving liquid toward the other, and in that moment she sought arunik'ra's humour.

for a time, she intended them not to be ekar-aji and res drunak, but sisters, littermates born of the same mother, who would romp awhile in the waters to celebrate their good fortune, despite the roiling protest of her travelworn sinews.