Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

heda yawned. the idea of so many teeth was beginning to terrify her. and so she had grown tired, ready to escape into her dreams that would definitely not be filled with shark wolves that pooped butterflies into a never-ending ocean.
"what's a seal, aunt willam?"
the sentence was punctuated by another yawn. unbidden, she curled closer, seeking wylla's somehow-familiar figure, a child recognizing motherhood in someone else.
whatever explanation might be started would surely be in vain. heda would be asleep before she was taught a new fact.