Noctisardor Bypass yonhaka

skaigona had not forgotten her first-mother.
even now she pulled what she remembered of praimfaya from memory; sound, voice, scent. these things comforted the war-girl. worripa felt stronger than her, at times; he was able to be alone, while skaigona clung tightly to the presence of druid and witch.
the former approached now, and skaigona rolled to one downy side, watching her sister approach. druid was not alone. the little warrior investigated the snake with great interest and a healthy respect, small tail thumping against the ground. "what is the name?" she asked, voice a curious blend now of three; sequoia's, mahler's, and the vestiges of praimfaya's own commanding tones.
druid was lucky, to command the little creatures so easily. "how did you make it come to you?"