Sunset Valley swison

The precious little aplomb she managed to gather disappeared instantly when Heda surged forward to not only mingle with the strange hunters but volunteer all three of them as assistants. Druid’s heart leaped into her throat as her mismatched eyes followed her sister’s movements, lips parted slightly as if prepared to shout a warning. But she remained mum, exchanging overwhelmed glances with Mireille.

She wondered if her friend could feel the thrum of her heart fluttering against her rib cage. She remained rooted to the spot for long moments, trying to regather her nerves. It was a lingering sideways glance at the redhead which fortified her. Mireille was out of her element too. Druid could empathize with her, even as she tried to step up and make her companion more comfortable in this situation.

I’ll be right beside you, she murmured, teeth combing fondly through the soft furs gracing Mireille’s fine cheekbones. Drawing in a breath and bumping her shoulder against the other girl’s, she took a tentative step forward, then another, drawing up behind the much braver Heda as she silently ascertained the situation and, namely, the strangers.