Hushed Willows sveppum

bijou had the nerve to follow her.

in fact, the stormbird found this woman's overt hostility inviting. it elicited a faint raise of her brows, followed by the languid sway of her tail. she had allowed herself to be discovered, though the crunch underfoot sounded as if it were the nature of careless paws.

often, the best way to assay any suspicion was unflinching transparency. bijou set her gaze upon the foxfire, voice set to an even keel. "bijou cairn -- though some would expect me to include mayfair. and yourself?"