Hushed Willows our time will come, too

brilliance hears the call but she doesn’t feel like going. Big Surprise™. she moves aimlessly, somewhere between the direction the call came and somewhere else entirely. if she doesn’t go, delight will probably be mad, and if she does go she has to listen to what someone else has to say. delight made her promise once to be nice, and she… has. sorta.
 
ugh. she hasn’t put a lot of effort into it. okay, okay.
 
on her way to the source, she finds mali and okeanos—one laying down and one standing—and her brows knit together. “go answer your mama,” brilliance teases, coming up to mali to defend him against the suddenly bossy puppy.