Flycatcher Downs did you bring your knife? yes sir!

Svítaní did not need to call for her— wherever she went, Jasny was apt to follow. She was quiet on her toes, her breath shallow. These were all second nature to her, muscle memory that had been hammered deeply into the physical system. The mind goes blank as the body goes through motions that have been done hundreds of times before.

Jasny approaches her sister with a more noticeable volume, sliding up beside her. She, too, sees a woman walking close-lipped towards a field of rolling ground, and an ear flicks as her sister greets the stranger. Jasny is a bit more suspicious, as she ought to be. She merely looks, a brow arched in a delicately skeptical expression.