Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

She found her younger sister first, her snout directed skyward. Druid walked up beside Heda, tucked her haunches into a sit and followed the upward tilt of her gaze. It took a moment to spot the nest tucked in the boughs overhead.

Heda spoke then and Druid’s eyes drifted earthward to find the familiar weight of her aureate eyes. I was thinking about Mireille and the seaside, she replied readily, her tail stirring the carpet of leaves behind her. Did I tell you, she continued, mismatched eyes trailing over the streak of resplendent red down her sister’s back, that her fur matches your markings?

She leaned toward her sibling, reaching out to fondly ruffle the auburn furs with her teeth. Mireille was fetching, like both of her sisters, albeit in a different way. Druid felt quite drab compared to all of them, though she didn’t speak of it. Her nose skimmed to touch Heda’s cheekbone before she withdrew with a hum, eyes glistering.

What about you? she questioned, head canting slightly to the left.