Tormented Tarns children of the mist

In the midst of that sweet, summery glade, a quiet serenity hung over the trio, imprinting the perfection of this place and this moment into their memories forever.  Each of them caught the gaze of the other, so many thoughts and unspoken words passing between them as could fill an entire conversation in the span of a few seconds.  Never would Saor forget the wild freedom and exhilaration that shone in Dirge's eyes, nor the radiant contentment written in Nyx's smile.  Such things were fleeting and ephemeral, however; the flick of an ear, an exhaled chuff, and the moment broke like the popping of a bubble, gone forever.  

Nyx eased up alongside her sister and grabbed hold of Saor's nape.  A playful growl accompanied her grin as she pushed at her sister, bumping her away with a nudge of her shoulder.  A movement caught her attention and now Dirge was joining in, clearly game for a little rough-housing himself.  There was something comforting in the fact that some things never changed; perhaps, in spite of whatever life demanded of them and whatever roles they played, this aspect of their relationship would always remain unchanged.  Grinning gamely at her sister, she gestured not-so-subtly toward Dirge in a clear indication that she thought attacking him two-on-one would be a great idea.