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

mireille and the seaside. how odd and timely that her sister's thoughts should mirror her own. but it wasn't in the same way. druid was excited to go. heda was not sure she wanted to go. and yet she knew she would, and felt she would at least enjoy the trip to this unknown seaside.
that mireille and she had a resemblance sparked an irrational jealousy in heda. but druid's loving touch muted that response, and after lapping at her sister's jawline, she sighed and chose to be honest.
"i'm sorta — afraid? of going," heda ventured. "like ... what if i can't handle being away from here? or what if — she doesn't like me?"