Noctisardor Bypass the longships

Once Bracelet settled, Druid drew in a breath and tried to think of what she should do now. As if in answer to this unspoken question, footfalls sounded nearby, coming closer. The wolf pup tipped her snout into the air, mismatched eyes crinkling at the corners when she realized who was heading this way.

Hi, Mahler. She smiled demurely at the patriarch’s observation. The night feels better, she explained simply. Noticing the way his gaze flicked to her wrist, the youngster slowly lifted it and added, This is Bracelet. The tiny snake tightened her grasp. She’s magic, Druid added, sotto voce.

Gently setting her paw back on the ground, Druid pointed out, You’re up late too. She cocked her head sweetly, wondering what he was doing prowling about at this hour and whether he might mind some company.