The Sentinels jos sais kerran reissullansa

Kind of half-asleep writing. I apologize for the wait!

Starbuck was a graceful, sprightly creature, her long, slender legs blurring in a flurry of motion as she pirouetted and then pressed her petite framework against the smoke-and-shadow bard. Beneath the plush of her thick, insulated pelage, Lotte boasted a lean, athletic form befitting her role as a rogue; even so, she towered over the paprika-peppered coywolf, appearing sturdy and zaftig in comparison. When Starbuck danced away, leaping and frolicking in time to Lotte’s song, the soot-stockinged hoyden immediately regretted the loss of contact — and when she judged the song had fully run its course, she flopped unceremoniously into a sitting position with a burst of hearty laughter. “Ai!” she sighed contentedly, craning her neck to preen the ashen cowl of heavy fur that ringed her throat before focusing her full attention on the labhandair. “Kukkatanssija,” she said in a throaty murmur, her alto rich and warm, “yours is a bright spirit to behold. Shall I sing more for you?”