Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

relmyna's soft croon was enough to break the icy wall astara had encrusted herself in; quickly the coldness melted, and her mother was met once more with a calm, soft gaze. in her youth astara's whims would be quick to settle, and faster to depart -- as she grew older her fancies would solidify, her convictions would become entrenched -- but for now, she was most malleable, particularly where her mother was concerned.

the girl watched relmyna's mouthings, but if she understood them no token of recognition stirred in her deep indigo eyes. her mother's posturing she understood, and responded to with a slow sweep of her tail. while no answer stirred in her throat her eyes communicated much of her interest, which seemed to inquire in their own way what are we doing?