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"Wazzat?" her cousin whispered, an edge of fear in her voice and written on her shadowed face as well. Sugar blinked beetle black eyes at her, as bewildered by Weejay's trepidation as by the noise itself. She was the elder, so why didn't she have all the answers? Should she feel even more frightened, if the older girl was clearly uneasy?

There was a quiet rustling, just barely loud enough to be heard, yet the peculiar noise did not come again, not even after several long, quiet moments. Sugar felt her uneasiness slipping away as she suddenly noticed the familiar hum of crickets. Had they only just started singing or had they been chorusing all along?

Soon, the disruption was entirely forgotten as Sugar resumed her study of their dark surroundings. Although there was no moon tonight, the youngster's attention eventually drifted skyward, noting the little bits of light here and there. She mistook them for fireflies at first, though when she sat back on her haunches and tried to swat at one, her paw came in contact with nothing but air. And the little light did not so much as move.

"Ay?" she said, breaking the long silence. "Sat, ay? Sat?" She pointed her pink nose at the stars.