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

heda could not help the startled snort of laughter that escaped her mouth. she didn't even know mireille! her eyes danced and told druid that she was always deeply amusing. 
"an adventure for sisterhood," she declared in a repeat. "i like that. it will be good." she was still fearful of leaving rivenwood. but this must be mollified by other means. "i hope i don't faint when i see it!" she laughed, pretending to dramatically swoon for a minute.
"well," heda went on, turning her eyes toward the nest. "a mom and a dad bird made their nest here. they had some babies. i wonder if they will come back. and when."