Noctisardor Bypass die wilde jagd

There was something in the air today. Sequoia didn't know exactly what it was, but she didn't wager a guess as to its origin. All she knew was that she was feeling feisty. She picked up Druid's trail easily enough and—with a spring in her step—she followed it along to its source. There, she spotted her daughter eyeballing the creek. For what, she could only imagine.

Hey! she called out. Sorry Druid, your hunting will have to wait for another day.

Come here! I want to talk to you. Sequoia wasn't entirely sure why she wanted to bring this up, but it felt like the right time. Maybe because winter was in full swing. Maybe because that's just is.