Cerulean Cape lent et douloureux

The woman came rushing toward her - a sudden gust of wind had their scents swirling together, and abruptly, Moorhen realized this was not who she'd thought. A curl of her lip and a flash of yellow fangs warned the other to stay back, and Moorhen stiffened her spine in preparation for a fight. But the woman seemed excited, more than anything, calling out that same name.

I em not Tayok, she snapped, wheeling back several steps as the woman tried to come closer. Did she think Moorhen was her sister? Did she, perhaps, have the same strange illness as Aditya? But no - Moorhen had only misunderstood. Her mouth popped open in a soft oh sound, her posture relaxing a fraction as the woman's reaction began to make sense.

Takiakok come to ilannn see Curtituck, she explained, tripping over her words in her hurry to try and cover up the previous blunder.