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

Don’t be, Druid replied, not at all dismissively. Indeed, her eyes were tender as they regarded Heda. We’ll be together. Witch is coming too. I’m sure Mireille will like you, she continued, but if she doesn’t, we can always throw her into the sea. She wrinkled her nose and snickered conspiratorially. It was ridiculous because of course Mireille would like her. Heda was wonderful, as was the ginger girl.

I can’t wait for you to see it, she went on a moment later, expression shifting to one of wonder. Druid gazed off into the distance for a beat, picturing that incomprehensible stretch of seawater before blinking back to a focus, eyes seeking and finding her sister’s again. It will be an adventure for our… She paused, wondering if she had a word that fit? Sisterhood.

She wondered if the Sapphique native would bring along any of the siblings she had named (or the ones she hadn’t). Druid thought she could empathize with Heda’s uncertainties there. It was exciting, the idea of making more new friends outside of Rivenwood, but it was daunting too.

Meanwhile, she said a moment later, drawing out the word a little, what are you doing today? Her eyes flicked upward to the nest briefly before dropping once more to Heda’s face.