Hushed Willows Remember, magic is chaos.

sundance had returned, and teya unfurled herself from where she had been attempting to mark the stars in a rich mud. night after night she had watched them, committing constellations to memory. she patterned them in the dust beneath a domed leaf, but her attentions whirled away from the task to sundance.
teya emerged between the willows with a light chuff in greeting. he looked well as ever, though greatly strained in terms of his aura. she had taught herself such things too, while he was away. and he bore words of something beyond them. she moved closer, offering a shy wag of her tailtip.