Noctisardor Bypass die wilde jagd

Sequoia continued comforting her and Druid’s stomach settled, though her mouth still tasted sour. She would need to fetch a drink, after giving the rivulet a few minutes to wash away her sickness.

Druid let out a quiet breath at the question and raised her eyes to her mother’s face. Well, only if they’re girls, she replied honestly. She was young, though not naive; she knew how this might be received, especially after discussing Sobo with Mireille. But if there was anyone she could talk to, it was Sequoia. I don’t like boys very much. I don’t know why. I just don’t.

Unsure what her mother would make of this confession, Druid slipped toward the water to rinse out her mouth. Some fish flitted past, catching her eye, but she made no attempt to seize them. They were too small, anyway.

We should find Witch, so you can tell her too, she suggested upon rejoining Sequoia, happy to take point in the search for her whimsical sister.