Moonspear new friends

She had always been jealous of her younger siblings, and especially of those who were dark like the majority of the family seemed to be. When Mira crossed her path, now older than Vega remembered her being, the movement slowly bled out of her until she was standing a pace or two away. Hello, sister.

She turns her head towards where Mira’s field mouse went. It was gone by now, surely, but maybe they could find something else to do. What are you interested in? Maybe I could teach you something. Or, you could teach me. She felt bad for not really being there for her family, and didn’t know a better way to make it up than to try and start now.