Hushed Willows I can sense you there, like a friend I've always known.

he was speaking to her, teya realized with a start. the movement of the water had held her attention; enthralled, the voicestruck girl was hard-pressed to pull herself away. but he was talking, there were words formed in his mouth, and teya listened, bringing her sunset-grey muzzle upward to regard the silvermade man.
brothers. parents. magick. 
teya peered upward at the dome of the cavern, at how the light from outside did not reach her, and yet it was not dark. there was a peace around the ivory denizen of the court. how she wished it for her own, though even teya could be relied upon for less nonsense these days.
"magick," she repeated, remembering the gloss of power that had appeared to follow lumiya. "yes." the blue of her stillstream gaze flickered toward the snowmoon, then back toward the pool.