Snowforest Taiga wind shear

Hoping for a Morningsider

That same girl had come by again. Kitty or Kassy or something like that. Alya allowed her to linger because she often smelled like Aditya, and Alya wanted to foster any relationship that might paint her in a good light to Morningside's leader. Besides, the girl was properly respectful (for the most part) and had a way of asking questions that always gave Alya's ego a boost. She was reminded of her own siblings, except there was a ruthlessness that Kissy clearly lacked.

That was fine, though. The lack of ruthlessness among the Morningsiders was something she was banking on, considering she was still loafing about and contributing very little. Today, she was doing nothing more than lying on her back, looking up at the rattling branches and contemplating the ephemeral nature of the seasons, and the way that time marched on unflinching while dragging her along for the ride. The leaves falling around her helped. It was all terribly poetic.