Blackfeather Woods going off my head, down to somewhere

pp is always okay! <3

astara had been so enraptured by the gossamer glint of the butterfly's wings, that she had jumped plumb into her sister's already initiated trajectory.

the impact caused the girls to tumble, and tumble they did -  a heap of black and white, a sprawling tangle of lean limbs and youthful looseness. for a moment astara, like averna, seemed to wrestl with the physical implications of her impact - but she rallied as she saw averna gather to her feet and once more lunge for the staggered path of the butterfly.

astara stood, propped her hindquarters out and gave them a little waggle - and then she too frolicked after the bug with playful growls.